In our unprecedented age of immediate interaction and instant gratification from our social media accounts where we can choose which colorful images and posed festive smiles to broadcast to friends, family, acquaintances, co-workers, enemies, that dude you met once at the bar….we can highlight our own rainbow-teddy bear-unicorn moments, while hiding the other painful realities that these same images might-at least, subconsciously- be trying to cover up. I think it makes sense in many ways to want to share our good happy moments; the perfectly angled pictures, the celebrations of our own lives; the bleakness of this world is so well documented elsewhere, and it can even feel empowering to gain some semblance of control of how other people see us.
Maybe social media is just the commercial side of our lives, and our other dark stories are better left for real life interactions. Maybe it's time for me to just not take social media so seriously, because you just can't and won't ever be able to recreate or understand the complexities of human dynamics through a screen. While researching the phenomenon of depression and social media, I read an article about a guy who once suffered a panic attack after certain Facebook interactions and was relegated t his bed for three days after. I say this not just to make my self feel a little better that I am affected by Facebook and Instagram an Twitter and all the million social media interactions we can have but also to validate that in this day and age it can be a very real issue for people to struggle with feelings of loneliness and isolation in an age where more and more of our interactions are online.