I Am a Hypocrite

Confession time. You know what I hate with a burning passion? Social media.

You know what I use on a daily (hourly) basis? Social media. Excuse me while I attach a “I AM A HYPOCRITE” sticker to my laptop. Or, maybe I’ll post the message to my Snapchat story.

Social media is a drug. I click on the Instagram app on my phone before I realize what I’ve done; I close the app but instead of putting down my cellular device because truly I have no further need for it at the present time, my finger habitually taps on the Snapchat icon.

Social media has no real use in my life, but I use it anyway, and for what use, I have no idea. If that sounds like a contradiction, it’s only the beginning. My life is a compilation of contradictions. I’m confident and insecure, laughing and depressed, jumping up and down with excitement and exhausted to the point of collapse (perhaps the jumping is at least partially responsible). I’m driving down a highway, speeding way over the speed limit and totally lost. The street signs are posts on social media; I see them, I read them, and sometimes I remember them, but I pass them without slowing down. They aren’t even useful for navigational purposes because I’m using Apple Maps. The signs watch me and I watch them. I keep driving.