Social Media and People

One thing I do not like about people on social media sometimes is the fact that some of us like to exercise freedom of speech so much so that we forget other people. We forget that other people have feelings, too…that not all of us have the same degree of perception and that we don’t always have the same opinions on things.

A few daws ago, I stumbled upon a post by someone laughing at a photo that she just shared. The photo was actually a meme, and it was a joke on other people who liked to take selfies. It was questioning why some people take too many selfies every day, and post it online when in fact, other people don’t care about how they look on their selfies…that no matter how many times they do it, their physical appearance will never change…that they will never look better even if they post selfies every single day. It pained me that other people who commented on it also thought it was funny.

The other day, I also came across another post saying that it ires her seeing people post about almost everything. What? You can do everything you want, and we can’t? Who are you? The Queen? The President?

Having seen this post made me think of so many things and reflect on my own as well. I neither like nor hate people who do take selfies and share them with the world. I am not sure about how I feel for people who like to broadcast their lifestyle. They have their own ways to live and the only good thing I can do is to respect it.

Why would you question what people do when it’s not doing you any harm? It’s their way of expressing themselves, and you have your own way to express yourself, too.

If you don’t like taking pictures of yourself or sharing it with other people, then don’t. If you don’t like posting anything about your life or your feelings and thoughts, then don’t. If you don’t like seeing people who do this, then don’t. Stay out of social media. 

Everyone is different. Not all people are like you, and they don’t have to be like you. Don’t question others based on what and who you are. You may tell me, “It is just a joke.” Yes. It is only a joke, but jokes, as others say, are half meant. Jokes root from something. When you make jokes like these, it isn’t only because you find it funny. It is also because you remember something that is based on real life. You have something that triggers this joke. IT IS NOT A GOOD JOKE.

There are people out there, people who have personality disorder and anxiety issues — people who are sensitive enough to get depressed knowing that others question their ways. I know a lot of people like them. We have different ways of expressing ourselves and making ourselves feel better, and for them, this is how they do it. And people like them, when questioned, exhibit a deeper kind of demotivation and their insecurities will get more heightened. I know…because I am one of them.

You don’t know how people like us think and feel…that a simple form of banter may lead to something bigger, something unimaginable, something that your conscience will never forget. I am not asking you to stop exercising your right to express yourselves in your own way, I just ask you to be more careful of what you want to express, and to stop being ignorant of other people’s feelings.

But then again, like I said, we’re all different. This rant of mine shouldn’t define who you are. You have your own ways, so you do you.

You don’t know how people like us think and feel…that a simple form of banter may lead to something bigger, something unimaginable, something that your conscience will never forget. I am not asking you to stop exercising your right to express yourselves in your own way, I just ask you to be more careful of what you want to express.

That’s all.

Thank you. 🙂

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Some people change overnight. They get popular, move to a new place, forget their old friends, and focus on making new friends and establishing connections. When things don’t work out, they change overnight [again]. They get unpopular, go back to their hometown, reunite with their old friends [who have never forgotten them], and focus on recuperating from their misfortune. When things don’t go the way you want it to, why do you always go back? Why do you want to forget things that make you learn your lessons? If you always forget where you come from, why do you still bother coming back? Why do you only remember where you come from when things don’t go as planned?
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