What is it?
Selfies are a great example but by no means am I taking a jab at the selfie phenomenon. To further clarify, I’m guilty of this too and am glad I can recognize this pattern within myself.
In a culture obsessed with physical attraction and stereotypes, we have become a nation—a developed country of narcissistic, anti-social, persecutory people without even realizing our predicament.
It’s easy to judge what is misunderstood and with our rising pharmaceutical pandemic in relation to growing rates of depression and other related mental disorders, we are facing a genuine crisis of massive proportions.
Social media for example is like a black hole succubus that will draw a person in for hours. I know a guy who wishes he’d have become a neck doctor. Look around you for a moment when you’re done looking down at your screen.
Is anyone even looking up? Look at all of those crooked necks—now mine hurts.
Check out the couple sitting across from one another—ignoring the opportunity for wholesome communication while thumbing away at their macro-sized, microwave smart phones. All I’m saying is that life is happening right now, right in front of us.
Yes, I’m staring at my screen too. So yes, I’m a hypocrite. It’s possible we all are to some degree. This narcissistic phenomenon is not our fault.
It’s not your fault.
It’s not your fault.
It’s not your fault…..it’s not your fault.
[If you haven’t seen Good Will Hunting, I’d implore you to watch this movie—especially in tribute to the late, great Robin Williams and a sobering reminder of a burgeoning pandemic; mental illness. It affects all of us, directly and indirectly.]
Go ahead, grab a tissue. Reality can bite harshly at times once we realize we’ve all become receptive to obsessive attention directed towards ourselves.
Because we live in a society and a mass-manipulative culture that indoctrinates well-being and classifies health and physique based around fame and fortune or talent and obscenities.
Sure, I understand the belligerent college student mentality—hell bent on rebelling from their youth, parents and a surveillance nation [under God]. But once those mortarboards (freemasonry?) are tossed into the air and the school bell rings it’s time to settle in and work the rest of our indentured lives for that hopeful social security check or if we’re lucky and the economy hasn’t tanked a bountiful 401K.
That’s the dream anyways. But wait a minute. Maybe it’s just an illusion. All of this time, we spend our energy working towards the future while absent-mindedly ignoring the ever-important present moment.
Those vitally precious moments of now—where all life is taking place eternally. Neither past nor future are real. They’re illusory. We imagine they’re real and we’d swear that the past happened but all we have to go on are our memories of it and how it felt.
Anyways, back to subject A:
What were we talking about?
Oh right, right, the idea that we are so emotionally and mentally disconnected from the present moment that we feel compelled to distract ourselves (typically through entertainment—out of sheer lifestyle boredom. Come on; let’s just face it for what it is) in the most convenient way possible.
Screen time and hours of it each day–countless moments we for f**k sakes, don’t get back.
All for the sake of ignoring our true feelings—that maybe we’ve been duped; that we have become less than authentic to our true nature and calling in life (those answers are found within).
Yes, it is quite likely we’re indeed leading fraudulent lifestyles pretending to be this or that—our personas adapted to whatever platform our favorite social network will allow us to perceive ourselves as.
Believe me, I love attention too but I also recognize the unwarranted side effects this can have on the psyche. All of that programming instilled within us that we are either not good enough or pretty enough or handsome enough, etc.
I think you catch my drift here. My job is to help snap (no pun intended) you and me out of it. Everyone is beautiful in their own way. We’re all gifted in our own way. We’re all handicapped in our own way. We’re most likely judgmental to some degree and when we fail to understand something, it scares us—so we attach a label to it. That way we can feel better about ourselves along with directing attention away from our own, personal issues.
My message here is to deliver an idea—to influence and hopefully inspire new thought and hopefully trigger some new brain synapses to fire. I’ve personally dealt with depression, suicidal tendencies, worthiness issues, so on and so forth. To this day, I look into the mirror and I wonder, “What the f**k do people see in me?” when they say I’m handsome or whatever.
We all seem to be a little more critical of ourselves than we are of others and at least for me, it’s much easier telling someone honestly, that they’re beautiful than it is to say it authentically to myself.
We’re not really narcissists but if we continue indulging in superficial ideals, we risk the chance of becoming an even more manic-depressive, Prozac riddled world.
What’s the solution?
Look up (with all due respect) and tell your f**cking partner (your child obviously), your friend, loved one or the stranger next to you, “Hey, you’re beautiful. I just wanted to let you know that I see you, have a wonderful day.” The next time you do happen to snap that selfie and post it to Instagram or whatever other app you enjoy most, say it to yourself too.
I bet you’ll feel better.
“Hey, I see you and I just wanted to say, you’re beautiful. Thank you for showing up and making my day a better day. I hope you enjoy the rest of yours.”
Now go outside, breathe in some fresh air, look up at the beautiful blue sky, feel the warm rays of sunshine upon your bare, naturally beautiful skin and rejoice that you’re here—now; alive, fully in this present moment.