I am fundamentally very conscious of how I am perceived. I have many many contacts. Some I like, many I don’t . Some are real, some unreal. My display picture opens the curtain of the drama where people throw their comments, applauds, criticize and number of likes boast my much hungry ego. I simply love some of my never ever met friends on Facebook only for the style they carry. Their bent knees, slanted heads, and pouted lips to strike the right pose, the spiked hair, well crafted body defining masculinity.
I have become conscious of my outfit fearing it is not repeated, fearing I look my best or am I perfect in my adorned look, fearing that my portray does not betray my desire of perception. OMG! have I started living under fear?
My happiness now depends on the comments and the number of likes I get and I am soon trapped in the web of others’ image of me. Oh! The vicious circle lures me so much so that I unhesitantly reveal everything emotionally on the social media or wait, maybe not. I cannot lie; I do enjoy the company of social promptness.
I am posting what I want people to know about me. A smile on the face and at times faces on the smile like a face on my make up than a makeup on my face. I create a parallel reality next to my very own virtual reality and start living in two divided, image conscious worlds.
Is it doing good to me or not is still to be shared on my FB page or blog to set in motion another tale soon…. Ciao!
Luckshmee 🙂
(Pseudonym)
