20 guys walking down a street in new york: all wearing doc martens and jorts, wafting vanilla down the block, a book in one hand and a matcha in the other. what the fuck? is this really them? am i really me? or are we just molded this way?
naturally, the desire to be liked by others can overpower us ā whether itās subtle code-switching or even picking up new hobbies. especially now, weāre more exposed to trends than ever. and when you see millions of people liking a video about a certain shoe, what else can your weird, molded brain think except, āif i had these shoes, people would think iām coolā?
but while iām sifting through microtrends, the same little brain worm burrows into my noggin and asks me: āwhat would i have been like, if i wasnāt exposed to any social media? to any outside opinions?ā
this question scares me. i really love writing ā but would i have started if i hadnāt been shown videos about it? where, and who, would i be without the influence of these algorithms? but i think thatās unrealistic to imagine. weāre well into the age of technology, and itās hard to avoid.
so what can we do?
what if we just put the phone down for a few months?
get shoes that actually feel good. smell everything and find a scent you like ā even if you look like a weirdo sniffing objects. find what you love and love to be. learn how to live outside the grasp of an algorithm and in the wet, wrinkly arms of your brain. iāll be doing it too.