On social media, we exist as fractions of ourselvesmanifesting as constellational snippets of captions and photos and bios.
I used to think it was much better to be a fraction.
I could construe my personality as less awkward and more outgoing.
I could package my thoughts neatly, freeing them from the tyranny of “ums.”
I could selectively choose the parts of myself I wanted to display.
The rest was obfuscated, whether intentionally or by default.
The amount of stuff I dont have “figured out” is exponentially greater than the stuff I do.
I am left with more questions than answers.
My imposter syndrome is so substantial it sometimes feels like a fifth limb.
I used to wish I could excise this baggage of reality.
It took me years to arrive at a different truth: It is always better to be whole.
The lies of social media are still whispered, but I’m conscious of their absurdity.
Reality no longer feels like baggage.
Ill admit I have a unique perspective on this subject as someone with a sizable number of Instagram followers.
Because the idea that I have the power to stop the gap from widening is also an illusion.
The problem isn’t the amount of or even the nature of what is revealed.
I would also say my immersion has a different tenor than it used to, though.
The lies of social media are still whispered, but Im conscious of their absurdity.
Reality no longer feels like baggage.
