A belief in oneself can be manufactured from thin air, but it’s a difficult and arduous journey. Not for the faint of heart or weak of constitution, it requires a certain infallible confidence, often misplaced, joined with a degree of vanity and ego, and an unhealthy dash of desperation, or wanting to be something or someone greater than what you might be today – all in the name of yourself and your survival in the world at large. It’s easy to be dismissed, especially today, when so many others are willing to whore themselves out to make the loudest splash, the brashest statement, the rudest clickbait. I’ve towed such a line in the past, and I don’t recommend it. There are so many better ways to make oneself known, especially to oneself. Self-discovery is best done in a quieter and more neutral space than social media, but kids will be kids and there’s no talking to them anymore. I can’t say I would have listened any more in my younger years.
This post is somewhat ironic in the way it deconstructs its very tenets, poking holes in its own critique, illuminating its fallacies while playing up those very failures. A reflexive instance of self-ownership and self-propaganda. Do you follow me on Instagram or BlueSky or Threads? Social media mayhem abounds… join me there for the show. Oh, and please share that QR code, because sharing is caring.
