Social media is cool … but let’s be real, it’s reckless as fuck. All it takes is one post, just one for somebody to take it and run with it. I could sit here and say, “I don’t like bananas,” but to somebody else they read, “I don’t like bananas, oranges, apples, and then some.” Sometimes I feel as if we are so drawn into social media that the idea of a conversation, in person, seems scary. We forget that before any of this ever existed, we went to see one another … called them on the phone … hell, maybe wrote a letter. And yet, technology has essentially ruined the intimacy of friendship, the intimacy of a relationship, and bonds between family.
We forget that human interaction is necessary and take to Twitter to express ourselves … post statuses on Facebook, confront others through any means necessary except human contact. I mean, we’re all guilty of it at one point in time, but it literally ruins so many people. The last couple of months have been weird; I lost a couple of friends, and I’ll be honest, that’s fine. But when I sit back and recall that it was about some type of issue with social media, it makes me wonder what is so sacred about these different social media outlets that friendships and families are destroyed by one simple post. One. simple. post. Don’t get me wrong, I love seeing insanely cute videos go viral, or see random acts of kindness being done around the world, but how could one thought tear two people apart? I mean, like I said, we are all human. I think – no, I believe – everybody has been guilty of it. As of late, it’s becoming more of a “thing” than what I’m used to, and it’s kind of like a nightmare coming into play. It’s a harsh reality we must all face. Social media is honestly dehumanizing us – to an extent.
But let me not spend so much time focusing on what is happening as a whole, let me focus solely on me for a second. I’m being selfish today, fuck all that nice shit. As Drake would say, or maybe ask, “nice for what?” I like to express myself, just like everybody else. Sometimes, I may log on just to say something for the hell of it, because I’m human, I vent. It’s been a few occasions, unfortunately, where I’ve gotten the, “Is this about me” text, and maybe it’s after explaining that I’m either posting to post, or maybe I got “caught” up in my daily shenanigans, everything seems to stop from there. I’m talking friendship and all. Some of those friendships, I truly do miss. It’s fucked up to see misinterpreted thoughts end something great. Some, fuck it, I can live without them. Damn, that’s mean – but it’s me being real. If we agreed everything was cool and we squashed it from there, then I would expect it to be done. But, I guess everybody isn’t like me. You see, at a certain point in life, I learned that everything wasn’t always meant for social media, and I learned to leave it within the privacy of my own home. I wish I could go back to a time when none of this shit really existed, because one person’s perspective won’t be the same as the next. I can’t preface every thought in my life with a disclaimer, because I’m not meant to be censored. My thoughts are mine, your thoughts are yours.
And I know somewhere out there, somebody is thinking I’m throwing shade in this post, but sis, it’s hot as hell out here and ain’t a cloud in the sky. I’m a writer, this is what I do. I can’t help but be me.
You can’t take everything the wrong way, it’s not your burden to bear.
Hell, I also think that sometimes a guilty conscience comes forward when they think they’re … caught? Yeah, that makes sense. Caught. Hey, say hello to the bad guy. Like Redman said, I’ll be dat!