Public Display of Reflection
waiting by the phone
When I Said I Didn’t Care, I Lied.
when I was a baby a witch cursed me with the ability to feel and think beyond belief. What is sometimes seen as a blessing can unfortunately lead to your own demise. And it all started with a little black box. The EVIL BLACK BOX™️. If you’re reading this i’m assuming you're a z’r like me. So now let me ask, are you happy? If so, why? If not, how come? For me, it’s an on and off thing, kinda like that annoyingly slimy situationship (?). We live in a world so digital, it’s nearly impossible to avoid falling into the trap. Oh, The Trap being tied to the EVIL BLACK BOX™️. Instant dopamine at the touch of a button, endless scrolling and consumption of brain rot, clanker memes, and idealized versions of the things we’d like to do.
The need to perform has become a standard. Yet, who made it? Who are we performing for and does this ‘standard’ even matter? For you short spanned attention freaks, the answer is that it does matter so stop reading here to spare yourself the sob story of a poor loser whose mind is an echo chamber of torment.You go out and EVERYONE is on their phone its not even shocking anymore. Its just...background noise.
It’s become reflexive. Not that im not apart of the issue but it’s something I'm trying to change. We’ve sadly been conditioned to hold the internet as our third space. Every generation before us has had their third space but the society we experience today has progressed to one of convenience. If it's not instant it’s a pain in the ass. Convenience in exchange for isolation, what a thought. With the lack of third spaces and the rise of social medias, dating apps, +covid; it’s easier than ever to just enjoy the outside world from behind your phone. Somewhere along the way we began chasing ideas of things and parts of ourselves that are illusory. Stuck at home with an influx of information leading to a generation of chronic over thinkers with decision paralysis. AND ITS KILLING US. It effects us in ways half of us aren’t even aware of. In this age of hyper surveillance we’re subjected to opinions, scrutiny and ideas that we weren’t programmed to ingest. For chronic over thinkers and “empaths” its a death sentence wrapped with a bow.
“Do this..”, “say that..”, “don’t try to…”, it’s all noise used to drown out our own ideas. How much of your thinking is really you? Are you showing that part of yourself or hiding it because you fear people seeing the real you. When was the last time you complimented a stranger IRL? Are you actually living or just reacting? When was the last time you had a conversation that brought out ideas you long hid?
In the time we live in, being human means caring. It means chalanting and being “cringe”. It means saying how you really feel even when it’s scary. FEEL. Most importantly, it means being an ear for the stranger who just vented to you about getting laid off. How they wont be celebrating birthdays or holidays this year. It’s refreshing to see how human we are in the mud of all the perpetuated noise. We say we don’t care because connection is inconvenient. Because eye contact is rare, and conversations are few. Because being perceived is terrifying. Because the more we scroll, the less we feel. But that’s the trap, right? Caring is the rebellion. Caring is the only way out of The EVIL BLACK BOX™️.
Thats all for now,
Z Spot