People have become adamant on presenting the best version of themselves that they lose their identity in the process. I've caught myself treating basic human interactions as if I were interviewing for a job; doing and saying what is needed in order to appease my counterpart while losing sight of what I truly think or feel. None of this is more common than on social media. Few of us are as open and honest on here as we are outside the frames of these black mirrors. We create the reflection we wish to see instead of embracing the one staring back at us. It's a false representation, and living the lie is not living a life at all.
Sadly, I must admit that I prefer this internal world we created together. Even more disappointing is that I can only inhibit the outside world for so long. My sense of power is constantly fading as every dollar is spent to stay plugged in. Fourteen for a longer cable. Thirty-five for a faster charge. Wireless transactions to acquire more wires. I take a step back to admire the works these purchases have produced. What have the works I've created made for me? Were they made for me? Did I make them, or do they make me?
ASIDE: "You have to spend money to make money." Perhaps the same sentiment applies to love.
It would appear that all of my efforts are made for the sole purpose of forgetting. Feigning who I am is not so much living the lie, but more so the art of survival. After all, in a parallel world--both inside and out of this screen--this device would be another's hands, mirroring them.
Or maybe it's still sitting on a shelf. - afm