When I was in 10th standard, I opened my Facebook account and thought this is a good platform to share thoughts and quotes of well-known writers. Now, I somehow think, I have been thinking wrongly.
My parents taught me to share. Share your happiness, it will multiply. Share your sadness, it will diminish. Willingness to share my daily life was what made me write my first journal. I used to write essays and poems that my mother always loved, my best friend liked, and my other friends simply ignored. When I was in 10th standard, I opened my Facebook account and thought this is a good platform to share thoughts and quotes of well-known writers. Now, I somehow think, I have been thinking wrongly.
In the time and age, when we are so close to developing true artificial intelligence, I would like to spend time with some real people and like to know how their day was, what were their challenges? But, while I love to see people being successful in their lives, I realized people never share their sorrows as quickly as they share their other “trophy moments”.
Somehow people have become more artificial than robots. My Facebook page has a pattern. As soon as I open my Facebook page, I come across one of my friends who got married, then someone going abroad for higher studies, then someone traveling to Bali with 4 others, someone sharing some political, unthoughtful opinion, and loads and loads on memes based on recent Netflix series.
I felt like am I the only one who has problems in life and others have sorted things out? Nonetheless, I blogged about my sorrows and struggles. However, the response was completely heartbreaking. The comments were not at all supportive. The top comments included “why are you always sad?”, “go out, travel the world, there is more to life than your sad story”, or “are you depressed?”.
Now when I have taken time to think about this, I have realized a brutal truth. Social media is no longer a place where you can share your feelings.
I find it sad that many of my friends love to go to their jobs that they hate, just because they are clueless about what they could do if they stay home. Social media provides a quick gateway from feeling lonely and helper in procrastination. It is a kind of addiction. The urge of opening Facebook page and monitoring Instagram likes is unruly. Social media addition would sound preposterous for some people as it brings them on the same level of alcohol and drug addicts.
The irony is I’m writing this on social media platform and would post this on my Facebook page and post link on Instagram bio, but frankly, I’m not looking for increased number of retweets, reblogs, likes, comments, shares, and followers. There were things in my mind, clouding my other thoughts, and this one is holding me back from thinking straight. My next post will be a sad story or a hilarious one. Who knows? But I intend to keep it real. I don’t want to lose myself in the Fakebook and Instafraud just to make myself more likable in others’ eyes.