Hi. Welcome. If you’re reading this, you probably made it her via some social media part of my life. Some piece of me that has grown on me like extra limbs sprouting from my torso. Some part of me and my everyday life. And I know what you’re thinking... “wow he really thinks that highly of his social media” NO. No ma’am. I don’t need these things to survive. I don’t HAVE to post my meal on social media. In fact most of the times you guys have no idea what I had for breakfast. And GET THIS, sometimes I post things that I ate...LAST WEEK. #shook
Did it for the gram. And ate that sandwich for my personal growth.
But I’ve come to realize that I’m in love with this. And I’m finally...unapologetically accepting it. And you should too. (Not that I’m your mother or anythjng like that) But here’s my question...Why not?
I think it comes down to the idea that we are so scared of people knowing our business but I hate to tell you... You’re on this earth with billions of other people. And they’re not going anywhere. I’m not saying to share your intense relationship details or your bank account numbers. (You’re more than welcome to DM the latter though...) But I think there comes a point in life where you have to realize you have to simply DO what makes you happy. And record it. We have the LUXURY of being able to record our lives for the world. Why not take advantage of it?
The reason I’m saying all of this is not to prove anything to you. And the reason for recording and posting your life shouldn’t be for anyone else. I wouldn’t care if a single soul never read this blog. But when I’m older (lord forbid) I will be able to read this. And there are two possible outcomes: “wow I was such a dumbass” or “look how wise I was.” Regardless...it’s a personal reflection of mental, intellectual growth. And in the mean time, I get really cute pictures of myself with my friends. My family. My dog. My Ramen.
I will not say that it’s always healthy. There has to be a self knowledge of when and where. Some rules that you set for yourself in the public eye. Which in turn I realize these “rules” help me in my daily life. I sat down one day and talked to myself. I said “Dear Me, if you wouldn’t post it on social media, would you say it out loud?” Which translates to the more profound “If you don’t want it to be known, don’t let it leave your lips” If you really think about it: Social Media taught me to think before I speak. (Don’t get me wrong I’m still mouthy af, but Hey...life’s a journey)
Not everyone has these rules. AND THATS FINE. Do you. You are allowed to make an ass of yourself in public! You really are. And the joy of it is at least you had the balls to actually do it. But you best believe I don’t follow these people. (@therealdonaldtrump) The joy of it all is learning to take what you’re given and run with it. I believe I am here to enjoy life and if I can make one person smile a day with my crazy life then I’ve done something correct. Or if I’ve shown you a new restaurant. Inspired you to go to the gym. Or if even for the simple idea of letting my loved ones know that I’m still alive out here in Texas. Whatever the case. It makes me feel like I have a purpose. That out of all the hell in the world I can honestly put out a true account of someone who truly just wants to enjoy life.
Smile at your coffee. Tag the Coffee shop. Fill caption with puns and hashtags.
And yes it’s true! I am smiling at my coffee. I may have had to reenact it for the photo but it was real af. I don’t fake anything. I know a lot of people do. A lot of “influencers” really get paid to do this. Which don’t get me wrong, I’m not against this. I love collaboration and the idea of marketing via social media. But there’s a fine line between pretending to live life, and doing it for the gram. I find that if you’re honestly enjoying life (and moneys not being passed Around) then your Snapchat stories are naturally bomb. (Yes mom that’s a good thing) Plus I will tell you that one day you will have to interact with people. In. Real. Life. And they’re going to find out that despite that Snapchat of you with a big head....you’re actually as dull as a dishwater.
in conclusion... I’m going to post this picture of me laughing at my dog photobombing me trying to be cute for the gram. And I’m not going to feel guilty. I’m not going to worry about who’s going to be offended, or grossed out. That’s a you thing. I happen to find it real. Raw. What my everyday ACTUALLY looks like. My little family. My world. If you are willing to see all sides of my life keep watching, if you’re not...there’s an unfollow button. It’s that simple.
