There is such an enormous self inflicted pressure in the world today to 'be' or better put, to be thought of as 'being part.' The weight to ‘be seen as belonging’ weighs heavily on the shoulders of many young people.
The hit song by Rudeboy of the defunct Psquare band puts it best. He titled it 'Audio money.' That is, superficial money. The money people only possess on social media. There are too many cases of people whose daily reality is at variance with their online appearance. Who cares for food when the recent iPhone has not been bought. What does helping your loved ones matter when there are latest designers to be bought. Behind their screens, people live hard lives but they will rather stay with the silent angst than allow you see through their filters.
I had an experience about two years ago where a female Nigerian celebrity (You will know her but the intent of this post is not to call out anyone) was onboard same international flight with me. She came with a carry-on bag into the business class area. What I saw for the duration of the flight shocked me. She used the rest room for more than 4 times; at every point changing into different attires and into her different shades of wigs. Each time she changed, she hands over her phone to the air hostess and ask her to take her pictures from diverse angles, holding different variance of wine content each time. The attention to detail was flawless. Poor air hostess. She had to pretend she was enjoying the experience, but her poker face suggested that she had seen this scene several times before. I was gobsmacked. This celebrity lady will go on to post these pictures at different times in the weeks and months ahead. Possibly with several captions that portrayed her gallivanting the world, and ‘living the life.’ And I could wager that someone will be laying at the edge of his or her bed watching this celebrity Instagram story and cursing the life he or she has in comparison to this celebrity. The facade of it all. The sheer facade of it all! There was really something deeply sad watching that. The fact that this celebrity had it all planned out. The fact that she felt the need to hatch out this facade. The fact that her need to ‘pepper them’ outmuscled her sense of reason. The fact that she didn’t see the degradation of her self in that act. The fact she that she felt she wasn’t enough ‘as is.’ It was a sordid experience.
It is fine to have a well put together image on social media, but may the life of 'opulence' we portray not be a facade in real life. They say fake it till you make it, but how exhausting must that life be. May we have the wisdom to spend that cash in making our reality better than spending it for the gram. Ultimately, may we realize that those we desperately want to 'impress' in the end, bloody do not matter!