2007 my mum asked me to join Facebook. Yes, my mother asked me to join Facebook, so I did. I used to be quite active on it once upon a time. I developed a knack for finding people whose company I enjoyed and despised. As time passed, my so-called “friends list” grew to numbers I can assure you were unimaginable for someone like me. 365 was that number. Not huge by today’s standards, but by my standards, it was colossal. I barely know 10 people in my actual life.. 365 was a bluff. Anyone who said “hello” in passing was either adding me to their list OR vice versa. The pure and simple reason behind all this fervour was – Curiosity.
Facebook then led to Instagram. Again, I was posting my pictures, same Facebook “friends” started adding me to their list and vice versa. It was fun to use filters to play around with the sharpness of the pictures. Twitter was next. This platform suited me as I was able to express myself in less than a certain amount of words and barely anyone knew my handle.
I say this in amusement that every social media platform banned me. I have a knack for saying exactly what I feel and not finding it offensive at all. It’s a given that it upsets people who are reading my thoughts but then again, ask yourself.. who invited you to read my babble?
Recently, ever since Elon took over Twitter, it gave me hope. I felt that I could finally say whatever I felt like saying without any consequences for my verbal actions. Wrong! I got banned again. Then I realized, why am I doing this? Why am I so hell-bent on going on to these social media sites to verbalize my inner dialogue when I have my blog site available for just that reason?
The pea brain doesn’t help. My memory is so limited that I need to tattoo “Mirthspot” on my forearm for me to remember to log in. 11 years with WordPress, the only online platform that has been tolerant of my intolerance. Not to worry, I have now created a shortcut just for the same reason so I can jump on here anytime I feel like exposing my inner thoughts.
Past few months I have actively practised being “sane” in public and I believe I am getting the hang of it. Nod and wear that mask. Keep that face covered to minimise the chance of giving out any facial expressions that might be read by co-workers and clients as derogatory. Shut that trap tight and do not let the eyes do the talking. Keep them very neutral and don’t open them too wide in bewilderment.
Baby steps indeed and trust me when I say this- I am not even half as insane as the sane ones out there.
-Jas Out.
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