Because I know that 16-year old me will not appreciate a narrative advice from a 23-year old,
I wrote a poem that she’ll most likely pretend to brush off (but go back to when the lights are off).
There are just too many social impositions that we feel obliged to adhere to these days. If there’s a new song, we should at least know the chorus, who sang it and how well it’s doing on the Billboard charts. Remind ourselves that denim on denim is back and boy bands are cool again. Paperbacks are only as good as the next e book version of it (which I don’t agree with by the way) and twitter is a must have or else you’ll know nothing whatsoever of you friends and/ or frenemies (another trend).
Isn’t it exhausting though? Keeping up with all of it. Don’t get me wrong; I love progress. I am from my generation after all but where do we draw the line between coping with the times versus alienating the things that we enjoy from the life that we have now?
Here’s my little nugget of wisdom:
It does not matter how many screaming teens or self-righteous individuals are already in the bandwagon. Just distance yourself from it and go on living you non ‘cool’ life. Trust me the old belief ‘where the line is the longest, the food is best’ isn’t always true. Sometimes people at the back of the line are just to scared to say otherwise.
Although I am deeply flattered with your persistence to convince people that you are me, in almost all SNS by the way, I am more confused as to why.
I am a 21 year old fresh out of college blogger who works in the business industry and vents through social media. What could possibly be so pleasing that you’d devote a good amount of your time to catfish my friends and study my posting habits? I could only imagine how difficult it was to find a photo of me from 4 or 5 year ago, one which I deleted from my profiles long ago. Then you found time to add my closest friends and ask them for a follow back.
WOW! *insert bowing motion here*
You are actually so much better than me. I’ve been on twitter for a year and I haven’t found some of my friends and then here you are tweeting to them already. God! I should ask you to manage my accounts.
So listen, there are no hard feelings but you better get yourself checked. If you spend a good amount of your time pretending to be other people, to be me, how much time is left for you to just be you?
Give yourself enough credit and just introduce yourself to my friends properly or you can go add up some of your own. Seeing from your twitter, which you clearly changed again between last night and this afternoon, you seem fun and witty *probably one of the reasons why I’m not so hard on you, you did not make look like an idiot*. You deserve to have friends, or followers in case of twitter, who know you and who feel comfortable conversing with the real you.
This set- up is not only unfair to them. It’s also unfair to you because you are selling yourself short.`