There are so many times when words feel too personal. When the scrolling is slower because it feels like someone is speaking directly to you. My fingers are moving slower up and down on the screen reading things I want to believe so bad. How TF does this person on Instagram know the words I want to hear?
Is this the same deal with when I say, “Boy I love Oreos” and all the sudden I have Oreos all on my feed? Can it see me crying, overthinking, forgetting my worth then too? Because some days the words are there right in front of me.
Thank you social media for making me feel seen when I know I don’t want to be. We are in a time right now where we are trying to find the good in everything. I’m finding the good in my mailman, instead of wondering why my packages always come damaged. I’m finding the comfort in my upstairs neighbor knowing someone is near, instead of wondering why he is always wearing shoes inside. And I’m finding the good in the words of strangers, because we are all going through some sh*t right now.
People seem a lot of things. Right now, let others comfort you with their words. We are not as separated as we think we are. Let the poems you read be more than words on a page. Let the photo of a tree in a field be more then it is. Remind yourself that all things are temporary through the words of others, through slow scrolling down your Instagram feed while you lay in bed trying to find a single reason to get up.
