There are many reasons why I love media (and many reasons why I hate it) but one of the most important is that it has always been an oasis for me; when the real world felt too unwelcoming, I always turned to media and found comfort there. When I think back to my middle school years and some periods of time in high school when I was pretty lonely, I mostly associate those times with the media I used to consume. I remember being 12-13 and spending all my pocket money on books and all my free time reading, drawing, playing computer games and scrolling trough Tumblr. I felt as if media was the place I actually lived in, and the real world was just something that also existed but wasn’t so important. Yes, it was a form of escapism, but now when I look back, I realize it shaped me as a person in ways that wouldn’t be possible without it: it shaped my reading taste, it showed me what life in other countries is like, it grew my love for art even more and most importantly, it made me feel understood.
13774808
Why I Heart My Media 