social media makes life feel so insular and sad and hopeless and meaningless we really have endless opportunity at our fingertips and choose to scroll scroll scroll IVE HAD ENOUGH iāve had enough iāve had enough!!!! im so addicted to simple pleasures and gratification and i just sit around and wallow. everyone is disconnected and nothing is real and i think my soul has been torn into a million little pieces
we r so cooked bc like even if u get rid of social media every1 else is still on it so u end up being even more disconnected ššš the way this is our new form of connection is so sad⦠it started w good intentions of being connected to long distance friends & now we r somehow connected to everyone and no one all at once (source: uninstalled insta 2 days ago)
@SPILLTHEKTEA exactly how i feel !! every time i think about deleting my socials i think about all the people ill disconnect from and i feel fucked either way
@SPILLTHEKTEA the truth is, you will lose touch with some people. but you will deepen the relationship with the people you stay in touch with and make an effort to speak to/see and with yourself. this is the first time in human civilization we have this much information and insight into every persons life and i truly think our brains arenāt meant for that. dont focus on what you have to lose, but what you have to gain. quality over quantity!
I agree I just want to connect with social media and I want to have GENUINE connections, not fake people. Its so hard to find real friends in this time and space
Lately, I have found much less of a calling to be on social media. I don't know a time where I checked my socials and walked away feeling happier. Do you? I have to be on my phone a fair amount due to work but I catch myself automatically clicking into apps out of boredom and I'm trying to stop that behaviour. I see the good in social media, the ability to stay connected to friends and be in-the-know on everything-- I think the whole point is that you feel left out when you're not on it.. so you're sucked in constantly. But that's not reality. I could disassociate for hours online and look up to the world around me and think, where the hell was I? I don't want to feel like a bystander watching other people's lives for a solid chunk of my day. Engaging more in the real world is a priority for me at this time in my life.Ā
FUCK SOCIAL MEDIA. Im obsessed with it. how could i not be? it seems to be one of the few ways my body can get dopamine other than inhaling burning plants and reading fun facts. So, without warning to my loyal instagram story likers who are probably scared and crying and lost without me (no one noticed), i deleted the apps. then I went outside. i sat by the river and let the sun do it's thing. boom: phat hit of dopamine. but the real kind. Saw a mama bald eagle and a teen baldie hunting together. boom: thinking about something other than myself. wondering if the teen ate any of his siblings. wondering what the mom will do when he goes off on his own. is she proud of him? do they argue? but then i remember they're birds and dont work like that. just like that im back in my body again, demystified by the impassive nature of birds. ugh. then my hands reached for my phone without thinking. i cursed at myself. all social media does is distract, because when i try to relax without it, i get antsy from craving other stimuli. but what am i trying to distract myself from? my own thoughts? how sad is that? why cant i just sit somewhere and think for awhile and feel fulfilled? the sun is still out. birds still flying overhead, and i'm thinking about my need for distractionāā a distraction within itself. this is what social media has done to me. i feel stuck in a big ole sticky spider web called the internet and have no fucking idea where else to satisfy my dopamine addicted brain. (so anyway, hiiii perfectly imperfecttttt xxoxoxxoxo hope u can help me reestablish my relationship with the interweb? i need a fix from somewhere im a junkie!!!!!!!!!! )
i worry about our generations dementia rate. it is mind numbing while being over/under stimulating at the same time
our attention spans have decreased
we are consuming so much is such little time
it is a real addiction and it is becoming detrimental to the youth, while also stripping a lot of people of identity as it feeds the consumers fast paced trends
boredom is important, but there is no longer room for it as we have been conditioned to constantly be stimulated
itās a raw display of the body being overtaken by emotion and passion and sensuality. theres something so personal and vulnerable about dancing on your own, and yet it makes you feel like the ruler of your own world (even if not for long). every time i hear the robyn song dancing on my own i think of the scene in girls when marnie and hannah dance in hannahās room after she find out her ex was gay. itās such a perfect scene and a perfect song, and i really feel they both encapsulate the feeling private dance parties evoke for me. it took me longer than it should have to get into it, but now i think i organically feel the need to have a dance party in my room once a week or so. i think this is the way it should be.
I realized recently that I havenāt felt sincere passion for anything since I was like.. maybe 12 or 13 years old. I donāt really feel joy or excitement when it comes to doing the things I like or care about. I sometimes feel satisfaction from doing tasks, and if I force myself to do a little art project I might feel content, but nothing motivates meā I donāt feel any drive or spark to do the things that used to bring me joy. I do also think this is compounded by my use of social media and devices. Iām so used to the instant gratification and dopamine rushes my brain gets from instagram and twitter and dating apps that I donāt feel compelled to put the work into a long-term project or something that would engage me. The payoff doesnāt feel worth it in the moment, so I procrastinate and procrastinate until the thoughts themselves dissipate. Why work my brain when I can sit in bed all day and consume media, especially if it doesnāt demand anything from me! Anyway, truth be told, Iām embarrassed by my rotted brain. Iām embarrassed that I donāt feel the desire to get up and do stuff. I see people around me doing what they love and loving it, and I feel immense sorrow. I feel empty and alone most of the time. I wonder if this is an epidemic in our generation or if itās just me. #Commentdownbelowwhatuthink.