I feel like I'm going through the "discover who you are" phase, but 30 years delayed.
So that it's actually sort of pointless because my life is basically over.
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I use social media all wrong.
I'm too available. Too eager to help. Too guileless.
I don't really understand it. I put way too much effort into content (and the content isn't even porn), when it's supposed to be about being nice and friendly and popular, and wracking up gigantic numbers of simps who throw money at you for saying GM.
I'm the simp. 🙈😂
I don't have a proper appreciation for money because I so rarely want to purchase something.
Social media is just about socializing and being cute, but I don't know how to socialize or be cute. Everything gets all emotionally intense and wonky and philosophical and heated and I'm all, oh, let's study the classics together and discuss the ways and means and debate quantum mechanics.
I'm such a dork. I didn't even realize how dorky I am. But I look around here and it's like wow, I am really fucking dorky.
I'm here for the philosophy and deep thoughts. Not many are, but there are a few.
Post interesting quotes from what you're reading, share projects, bounce ideas off the wall. Those are the fun parts of social media, to me (oh also the occasional meme).
To be fair, that's also what I look for in my in-person friendships, so it's consistent.
Life is long and getting longer. Lower your time preference.
Feels like I've already done everything and I'm just sort of hanging around.
I do selfies wrong, too. I have so much fun doing them, and it's very cathartic, but they're more like self-portraits than a real selfie. Too poetic, too intense, not lighthearted and flattering enough. Often literal paintings that I've dug up and coopted, just to spend an hour revamping to emote through an image.
Like some starving artist, sitting in their attic and frantically scribbling all over the canvas. I have to make you seeeeee what I am feeeeeeeling. You don't understaaaaand. I have to show you how it feeeeeels.
I haven't yet cut off my ear and mailed it to my sibling, but I feel like that's advanced self-portraiting, and I'm not quite there, yet.
It's like I've completely missed the point of selfies. And profile pics. Profile pics aren't mood rings.
Unless you're me. Then they're mood rings.
Or 8 balls. Or weather forecasts.
Let's check the PfP, to see if Leserin is having a sunny day or a cloudy day.