For quite some time now, I’ve been thinking of the ways in which social media has changed our lives. There are too many things to it. One’s wishes and aspirations have gone from being part of a #bucketlist to becoming #goals set by someone else’s reality. Our morning read is probably a listicle or something ‘inShort’. All our outings are material for Instagram posts and may or will be used that way. We’re always discovering new ways to use social media, for new things to share on our handles – we’ve mastered the art of publicly exhibiting the finer aspects of our lives while keeping the more mundane ones under the darkness of convenient privacy settings. We’ve also been using social media to compensate for a certain thing called ‘being connected’, or maybe we’ve come to redefine it and we tell ourselves that that’s how it is these days, and that’s okay. Well, it’s all okay. Or so we tell ourselves.
I don’t mean to write this as a tirade against social media and probably, like the buzzfeed article on urban poverty that went viral and that got me thinking quite a bit as well, not everyone will relate to what I want to say, so may be I should write this in first person.
Maybe this is the impact of social media on my life. And my reaction to it. And my learning, too.
There’s nothing wrong with learning from others’ experiences or reading concise articles that sum up all the complex and crucial information that is always whirling around us like a hurricane, it is great to cherish all that is good and happy in our lives, but perhaps when there’s thought after thought, #lifegoal after #lifegoal shared flippantly on social media followed by no action plan to get there, or no intention, or worse still, no ‘time’ to get there in the first place, just a moment when we felt we could relate to the post, then we have a problem on our hands.