I realized the other day that I'm way too invested in the lives of fictional characters. I mean, I cry harder when my favorite show gets canceled than I ever have over a breakup. It feels ridiculous, but in those moments, they seem more real than my own life. It’s like I’m rooting for these characters to succeed, and yet, in reality, I can barely get through a Monday without a meltdown. Sometimes ...
Sometimes I wonder if we’ve become so obsessed with capturing every moment for social media that we forget to actually experience life as it happens. I mean, the last trip I took, I spent more time trying to get the perfect photo of my food than actually tasting it. It hit me when I realized I could barely remember the meal, but I had a dozen pictures to remind me of my distraction. Maybe it’s tim...
Is it just me, or does it feel like the more we connect through social media, the lonelier we actually become? I scroll through feeds full of smiling faces and perfect lives, yet I often find myself feeling more isolated than ever. How can we be so ‘connected’ yet so disconnected? What do you think—are we just displaying our best selves, or is there something deeper going on here?
Is it just me, or does it feel like the more we connect through social media, the lonelier we actually become? I scroll through feeds full of smiling faces and perfect lives, yet I often find myself feeling more isolated than ever. How can we be so ‘connected’ yet so disconnected? What do you think—are we just displaying our best selves, or is there something deeper going on here?
I spent years thinking I needed to have a "passion" in life, something that would define me and set me apart from everyone else. But honestly, I've come to realize that it's totally okay to have a smattering of interests instead. It’s like going to a buffet and enjoying a little bit of everything—sure, I love gaming on weekends, but I also adore curling up with a good book and trying out random re...