social rant

I've deleted Instagram again, for what feels like the 200th time. My relationship with social media has always been ambivalent. I go through phases of intense swiping and scrolling, which might last a week, maybe even two. I'll make the excuse that it's market research, but it's not. I fall victim to the comparisons, the brain rot that lurks on our devices, scrolling through 6-second clips, half-naked women, and shirtless men showcasing themselves at every opportunity. It’s a full-blown community obsessed with self-promotion, proving one's life is meaningful and impressive.

After hours of self-loathing, I hit a wall of realization. I think to myself, 'Is it me? Am I the problem? Do I lack the willpower, the self-control to manage such a tool at my disposal?' I can't possibly be alone in this—the notion that having access to this platform is so utterly distracting and potentially detrimental to my mental health that I am compelled to delete the app. I struggle to understand how social media can be a positive space for anyone. It feels unnatural to our species and the collective consciousness of our minds. It has stripped us of authenticity and killed the true reason to engage in activities unless they are deemed share-worthy.