I have been thinking a lot about this lately – the role social media plays in my existence, and in all our lives. The way it is shaping the experience of ‘reality’ – which is no longer a fixed, single point maintained in the physical world. Rather, there are multiple, possibly infinite, realities taking place online; and the paradox of this all is the absolute joy that can be found online, and the horror too.
In an incredible piece on Vogue.com by Clementine Pendergast, she analyses the Netflix docudrama The Social Dilemma, saying, “The film argues that social media is highly addictive and manipulatively designed based on what’s called an attention-extraction model to control our behaviour and keep us scrolling and wanting more. In doing so, it exploits our human desire for the connection to and validation of others, giving us a dopamine hit every time we get a like or reply without ever actually fulfilling our deep human needs. This can lead, as the documentary argues, to a whole host of negative emotions, which drive us back to social media for that quick fix. As argued by the film’s protagonist Tristan Harris, a former Google design ethicist and founder of the Centre for Humane Technology, this is a huge danger to our mental well-being—and it is only going to increase due to the lack of regulation in place for these companies.” These words clarify my feelings entirely; the guilt I feel when I ‘come to’ and realise it’s been two hours, and I have just binged intensely at the altar of curated lifestyles; the clothing, styling – the shoes – the meals, or clips of curated dinner parties – even the regenerative homesteaders escaping society; I pour over their chickens laying eggs or pruning their garden; because somewhere, deep inside of me, the beautiful life I have doesn’t quite feel like enough. I could always have more – more of the ‘things’ I want, the wardrobe I need to ‘express myself’ – the experiences or travels, or organising perfectly- there is a niche for every flavour of the void that I have inside of me. This harsh truth is one we must all face; and those who have been in therapy, or recovery, might know it intimately; nothing external can fix or heal our internal state of being. In an age of uncertainty and globalisation, how can it be that we are more connected than ever, yet perhaps more disconnected than ever? Are human beings meant to process information on the grand scale that we are required to, today?
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