By Eli
Who am I? What am I supposed to be? What do I call myself now? Who am I classified now in the ranking? Oh, I'm supposed to be a hoe now? A slut? Why do I have to be this way? Why can't I just be me now? Act how I want to? Oh wait, now I'm an angsty teen. Let me have my mood swing now. Be mad for two minutes, sad for four minutes. Can't I act like my own person? Do I have to be wired down to how society wants me to act? Can't I be human? This is what we have to call a Life?
Life. A happy place. A place where you get to breathe, have money, meet people. A place where there's love. At least...That's what the fairytales said as a child. This is the image I had of life as a kid. I thought I'd meet my prince charming. Live happily with friends. Look gorgeous. Think high of myself. No. That's not how life works. Not anymore as far as I know. Life now is based on technology. iPhone, Android, Mac, HP, PC. You get a checkmark on your social media account, wow! You're a legend now. What are we in kindergarten now? I use to get a check mark sticker for putting my toy in the bin, now we get them from how many people follow or like out pictures? I just don't get it. I want to understand why people care so much about what strangers think about them. Why they care about people they'll never actually get to know as people. It will never matter until they know the person so they can actually know who you are. Who cares about social standing? Can't people just care about people they know for once?
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