The difference between a virtual prison and a real one is no one (to my knowledge) is able to leave of their own free will and accidentally come back.
What I’m saying is, if you decide to leave IG, make damn sure your app isn’t set to “auto login” or you’ll be back in the squalor before you know it.
After my accidental return, I stayed online for another couple months before finally being able to leave. A lack of willpower? Perhaps. Also the site glitched a couple of times. Let the record state I did try to leave earlier, Your Honor.
I view social media less harshly, now. Oh, not the thing itself: they’re still designed to keep us addicted, keep us scrolling and buying and comparing. The people, though? The ones who haven’t turned themselves into weird brand/human hybrids? Most of them are no different than anyone else. They want to be creative, or silly, discuss hobbies, or even feel desirable.
They want to be seen. Who am I to fault them for that?
My birthday will be here soon. Like every single living thing on this planet, I’m getting older. When I think about my life, the things I love most, how I find peace and happiness?
Social media still isn’t it. At least, not right now.
Pass me another book.
– Sara Myriad