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esskay
Digital storyteller, Photographic narrator, Hogwarts alum. In real life, I write things. I speak fluent sarcasm. I'm unintentionally funny. My favorite thing is food. Guac is life. I'm a fountain of the most random information. I'm pretty, only because it's weird to call oneself beautiful. I'm weird in all the good ways. I live in the greatest city on Earth. I was Sasha before Beyonce was schizophrenic. My life is stranger than fiction. But please, don't take my word for it. My pen is mightier than my sword. Instagram
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Thursday, November 14, 2013 || 6:00 AM
"All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players" -William ShakespeareIt's funny how life has changed so much without really changing at all. Back in the day, a person would look at their neighbors and see the epitome of perfection. The man with the well tailored suits, the BMW and the many framed degrees on his office wall, the woman with the perfect husband who threw all the best parties for her awesome friends and that seemingly endless closet of couture, their three perfect children and of course, the house with the white picket fence. You know, the American dream. But here's the thing: what you see is hardly ever what you get. In a shocking twist (usually from the maid) you'd find out that Mr. Perfect has been "working" late nights with his secretary (sidebar: why is the secretary never a sweet old lady or a fabulous gay man when you need them to be?) and that he recently discovered that his many degrees couldn't save him from the cruelty of the stock market so he took a pretty hard hit last quarter, the anger about which he takes out on Mrs. Perfect. Mrs. Perfect shops. Because her husband makes enough money so she doesn't have to work. Because her children are in school, and then cheerleading practice/violin recitals/soccer games/whatever else she could get them into to make sure they're as well rounded as she is (for all the good it did her). Because she needs to do something to fill her empty days and emptier nights. So she shops. And plans parties for and with the women just like her. And you are standing on the other side of the white picket fence, wishing for a day in the life. And you never realize that people emphasize the good and pretend the bad doesn't exist. It's kinda like movies about college. They always show the wild parties, the good times with friends, the awesome student activities but they never show the stress of finals, the douchebag professors or the dreaded group projects. Fast forward fifty years. Instead of looking over a white picket fence, you're looking at a screen. And scrolling through your Facebook newsfeed and Instagram timeline. And wondering where the hell you went wrong in life. But honestly, nothing has changed at all. People still play up the good and act like the bad doesn't exist, so that there's this illusion that they're living this perfect life when really, most of them are just as screwed up as the next person. Now obviously, it's natural to want to celebrate the good. In the age that we live in, social media has become a stage for that sort of thing. Every good thing that happens is a celebration and obviously, no one is Instagramming their past due bills. So you look at this supposedly perfect life and you stand on the other side of the white picket fence of our generation wishing for a day in the life. But when you find yourself feeling that way, just know that the grass is always greener through a filter. Labels: babble and rant, pop of culture |