"I'm not an active member"

We all know them... those people that claim they aren't active on social media... the people that have convinced themselves that they aren't as active as you because they don't post as frequently. The ones that "don't use it much", but every time you look over at their phone they are on one of the platforms.

I sit & wonder why are people trying so hard (Pretty much just as hard as the person that post every hour). It's the year 2016, who cares if you do or don't. Let's just be real with ourselves.

I wouldn't care at all, if these weren't the SAME people that make comments like

"you post a lot",

"you post everything", 

" you live on social media"... 

Yes...I have been an active social media user since before it was called social media, I've been fascinated by the internet & it's function since back when my screenname was Starliz12, since the days I shared a JUNO email account with my sisters (if you know about JUNO, I fucks with you), I'm a low key techy at heart, so it's not all about the social aspect of it, it's the algorithm behind it, the actual technology...mixed with the posting my drunk friends dabbing & that amazing lighting selfie that the world HAS to see.

YES, I'm an active public user & you're an active private user... you might actually log on more than I do, It's just that I happen to use it for it's purpose...to SHARE. I publicly speak my mind, & you privately look at everything I post. I publicly post pictures of my outing & you privately look at every ones pictures of their outing. You look at strangers, friends & foes, I post strangers, quotes & friends.

There is a difference between not posting a lot, & not being on it a lot...LEARN IT

So all you "I'm not an active member, but I really am" people... go suck my active social media nuts.

xoxo
signs the girl that publicly does what you do low key.

Perspective

A story has various sides... The version of each party involved, the truth

... then... You have the opinions of everyone hearing the story. It's like a one sided filtered version of reality but still considered a valid perspective some how.

I have found myself in quite a few unique stories in my time (none that I'll be sharing here, at least not directly). Stories that perspectives changed absolutely everything of how the story may or may have not looked. How minor details could make or break how things are perceived by everyone.  

I admit, I spent a large part of my early 20's defending my perspective. Shouting to the world how things were from my point of view. Understanding that sometimes people would see things otherwise but forcefully trying to make a point. Until I realized I gain nothing changing someones perspective & doing so won't change the story. The version of the story that is truth will remain so, no matter how many versions of it are told. That people believing or validating why I do/did the things I did won't change that I did them. Understanding that life is a matter of how people see you, but that doesn't make their views more or less than your own.

I know all these things & learned them the hard way. Learned that people will analyze things based on snippets of a circumstance, that conclusions will be drawn based on scattered details. That sometimes people do one thing & tell a whole other version of it. Not exactly because they are lying but possibly because that's how they viewed it, OR that's how they prefer to tell it in order to have a clear conscience.  Regardless of what or why... opinions are formed & I learned to let them rock.

Until I had a minor slip up and found myself defending my side again. Forgetting all the things I learned and trying to prove a point yet again. As if that would change anything, as if shouting my story will make it valid. As if someone else understanding it would make it more real. But I took several seats, and reminded myself that the only person who I need validation from is myself. That as long as I know & understand my own actions way back when, recent past, or present day, nothing else should matter as much. That I have a grasp of what is and what isn't, what was and what wasn't.

I respect your perspective, but to whom it may concern... I could care less how it looked to you.

xoxo
signs the girl that needed a reminder.