Content Warning: This post includes reflections on emotional struggles, the impact of social media, and personal observations on loneliness and understanding. It addresses themes of personal pain and growth. Reader discretion is advised.
More than my daily routine, I intended to talk about something serious today.
Before I get into the deep stuff about "us" –friends, colleagues, acquaintances, and that one relative who only shows up for weddings – I’ve got to follow the usual routine and talk about my day. *Parampara*
Today, my sisters took me to Starbucks. And, as usual, every sip was interrupted with, “Let me take a picture for the blog!” I swear, if I hear that one more time, I might just cry into my Frappuccino.
After getting our caffeine fix, we went to Best Buy because the youngest sister needed a monitor and mouse. Naturally, I couldn’t resist checking out all the shiny gadgets – headphones, monitors, laptops – you name it, I was mesmerized.
Now, here’s where things got *mousey*. We found this super comfortable mouse. I mean, we were practically singing its praises for 20 minutes. “Omg, look at how smooth the cursor moves! This mouse is like a cloud for your hand!” We were head over heels.
But then, Mr. Salesman comes over with another mouse. And without a second thought, we abandoned our beloved mouse for the new one. I could almost feel the first mouse’s heartbreak. And honestly, I felt it too. This is what happens when you’re overly sympathetic. LMAO.
After that, we headed to Target, where I scored the cutest shorts ever. Major win.
But beyond the laughs, there’s something more serious I’ve been reflecting on.
We all know how dependent we’ve become on social media. Some might deny it, but deep down, we all know the truth. Every time Instagram updates, the world seems to go wild. We can see what our friends have liked, saved, and shared. And sometimes, it’s not just casual likes – it’s a window into what they’re really feeling.
My heart aches when I scroll through sad reels that hit too close to home and see my friends liking them. It’s as if they’re silently saying, “I relate to this, I’m going through this.” It breaks me to realize the struggles people are facing, especially when it’s about their parents not understanding them, being misunderstood, or feeling utterly alone.
It’s heartbreaking to know how many people feel unseen, unloved, or mistreated. But at the same time, I’m incredibly proud of how far we’ve all come. We’ve learned so much, grown so much. And while I can’t say we’ve all moved on, I know we will someday. We’ll overcome the trauma, and time will help us heal.
This pain, too, shall pass. And when it does, we’ll come out stronger. So keep believing in your inner strength. I may not know what everyone else is going through, but I’m proud of you. Keep going, love.
Oh, and on a lighter note – I found out about my friend’s breakup because of a reel she liked. Social media has truly exposed us, whether we like it or not, whether we’re aware of it or not.
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