Becoming a socialite

By definition, a socialite is renowned for their taste in fashion and guaranteed to be spotted at all the prestigious social events. Aren’t we all, if not most of us, trying to fit this description?

Recently, I’ve noticed that I’m either taking a photo of my restaurant food, my #outfitoftheday, the view in front of me or the person that I’m spending time with. From my observations, we’ve adapted to a state of mind where we constantly want to network (online and offline) and connect with our followers. We want people to be speaking about us because we seek their approval and their classification of how 'extraordinary' our lives are, thereby broadcasting our lives for the wrong reasons.

Think of this as a downward hill, we begin at the very top where we respect ourselves and are full of self-love, regardless of our flaws. Our social media following/friend count begins to increase and as this happens, so do the likes on our posts. Sill bound by self-love, a post now and again doesn’t reach the amount of likes that we anticipated, which doesn’t bother us at first, but then it becomes a genuine concern for us. We think that there must be something wrong with the way we look so we scrutinize every freckle, wrinkle, blemish and our overall appearance regularly. We obsess over any imperfection and, ultimately, this affects us every time we look in a mirror. And so, we roll further down this hill.

We need to take a break, we’ve become immune to the pressures of social media and we aren’t always mindful of how it controls us. At times, I’m that person, the one that’s asking to take photos instead of just enjoying the moment. To fix this, I try to transform this fascination with showcasing my life into a positive energy for living in that moment. Don't get me wrong, keep taking those photos and videos but let it be a fluid process and not a nuisance; don’t pass by the time with loved ones for a blurry, poor lit photo.

Reinforcement: This is not a lecture, just an expression of my recent observations. Each to their own, right? Exactly.