So, this was born from my social media interpretation of the "John Frusciante's syndrome". What do I mean? Well, I was REALLY anxious about social media. I mean, all the time worried about uploading or not that sad phrase/photography I liked, because, you know, you have to look like you're doing SO OK with your life and you don't wanna look depressive. But what if I'm having a bad day, or week, or year? Do I not have the right to simply express what I am feeling without being scared of judgement?
"Damn... it's been like one week since I posted something, I should obligatory search a random sort of thing to upload". C'mon, who tells you that?
And what about the serotonin reward of the likes? "Oh... did my crush just gave me a heart? YES! I am instantanealy happy for like two seconds right now".
PLEASE... like he/she's gonna marry you.
And when you get a request from your old schoolmate whose life you don't even care about (and you don't want him to know about yours) you feel as if removing that request is like slamming the door in his face.
Also, it looks like your friends just settle for seeing your stories and posts, thinking that, this way, they're gonna know how you doing, instead of making a call or see you (and I did the same many times).
I posted a John Frusciante's photo because he dissapeared when he felt that he was no longer being himself, wanted to disconnect from the others expectations and make his own music in a free way.
So, I just want to disappear from media in the conventional way, and upload the things I want, the way I want and whenever I want. And not doing it if I don't want to.
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