Like almost everyone in my generation, I grew up with media.
We learned about it in school, and got told about all the dangers online from our parents, but we all ended up not really paying that much attention to it in the end.
Media of all types have given me some sort of comfort over the years, I always loved reading while listening to music, going home after school and watching a TV show, or planning out my future on Pinterest boards.
When commuting or visiting a new city I always felt safer when having my phone on me, and whenever I didn’t know what do to with my hands or I am walking past a group of people, I always faked a sudden interest in the imaginary messages on my phone.
But like with almost everything in life nothing is that black and white. It did give me comfort but it also amplified a lot of other insecurities in my life.
Constantly comparing myself to other people online has always been an issue and I think it will always be something that I will have to work on, as well as the constant feeling of missing out on an event when your friends post about it. These are things that make me hate media and the amount of times I have contemplated deleting everything about my online presence is something I can’t even count anymore.
But at the end of the day I always go back to it, and learning how to use media in a way that is not harmful to me is something that I keep on having to improve and realising that nobody even pays that much attention to you, nothing matters.
The sun will still go up tomorrow even if someone doesn’t like my post.