The first picture that was taken of me (should I count the ultrasounds as well?) was when I was 6 minutes old. My dad sneaked a camera through the door of the room in which I was getting cleaned up and took a very shaky picture of me.
The last picture that was taken of me was with the purpose of informing my Instagram followers I was pulling an all-nighter.
First movie I ever watched was Disney’s Snow White.
Last movie I watched was Dazed and Confused.
When it comes to media, there are firsts and lasts and everything there is in between. They’re everywhere and nowhere at the same time, around us and also part of ourselves. Media are infinite.
When that picture was taken of me 6 minutes after I came into this world my relationship with media had its beginning. It was a beginning with no end. It is a journey and it is one I love and hate at the same time.
If it weren’t for media, most of my personality would have an ageless ambiguity. I would not be the person I am today, would not talk the way I do and would not have the same hobbies or passions.
I do, however, hate the fact that I am so dependent on media, whether that dependency is literal or not.
I look at the media I consume this way: every time I interact with a photo, an add, a video, some type of digital culture, and so on, a new sense is added to my soul.
Not to be too poetical about it, but the media I consume made me this way and I’ll be lucky if I ever escape it. But would it be luck, though?
I don’t know, it is all too confusing, but for now, I’ll blame it all on the media.