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36 years old and as weird as someone can be because I don’t find joy or value in things most people do around me.
From online dating to job interviews to friends and family in general.
I’m the weird one for not wanting or needing to be on social media.
No Facebook, no Insta, no Snap, no Twitter, or whatever it’s called now.
With no need for it or wondering if I’ll ever have the fear of missing out.
When all of that social media stuff became big and noticeably successful.
My mindset remained that the less people know, the better.
So why would I advertise my life or myself online?
What is the point of trying to showcase every part of my life?
Am I supposed to care what Karen had for breakfast?
Am I supposed to feel inferior when seeing others' publicized successes?
What would I even post about in regard to my actual life?
Because I damn sure wouldn’t post truth, some things I’d choose to hide.
So what’s the point of showcasing myself when all I’d be willing to show is the good?
Doesn’t that defeat the purpose of social media and how it’s meant to be understood?
I don’t deem it necessary to see what others choose to share online.
Because we all know people will only show things they feel no shame to hide.
I’m too real to be on social media and participate every day.
Because I would post the truth, and most wouldn’t want it that way.
Since social media became a thing and people started developing addictions.
I’ve sat quietly and watched as it slowly created quiet competition.
It’s as if the ones they follow, they secretly cannot stand.
Envious and fake, they start comparing themselves to that brand.
Thus, the cycle of hatred and communication of society begins.
As we become socially inept and unable to have face to face conversations with friends.
Like cancer, in relationships, social media opens too many doors.
To lovers from the past, secrets buried, and temptation galore.
So, I choose to be “weird” and keep myself off of the internet.
Unless it’s to be artistic and promote self-respect.
As a society we have become socially retarded.
Incapable of truly socializing with the ones near and far.
People who love me know all it takes is a simple phone call or text.
There, I will respond without the need to showcase the context.
I feel free without feeling the need to see validation from people online.
After all, let’s be honest. Do these people truly care about what’s on your mind?
So, when someone tells me I’m weird for not having any socials.
I laugh to myself quietly and feel sorry for their lack of morals.