So I went on a social media purge for like…a bazillion years. Ok maybe it was closer to 4 (but isn’t that the same thing in the social media world?). I’m really really glad I did. Turns out I still stayed in touch with my close friends and family (GASP). But there are benefits to social media that I’m definitely all about. So I thought that it was time to actually get back on and start posting things. On le Instagram.
Low and behold, as soon as I posted, I got a hateful comment. LITERALLY WITHIN 1 HOUR OF POSTING FOR THE FIRST TIME IN 4 YEARS. I AM NOT KIDDING. I was like…seriously? And not on my current post- something I posted 4 YEARS AGO. 4 YEARS AGO PEOPLE. WTF.
Anyway. This is when I realized what a difference a decade makes. Isn’t that a weird thing to say? But oh man. This is one of the many reasons I love getting older. I thought I should document the difference in my 23 year old self reaction vs. today.
*Insert some hateful comment about a social media post here referencing narcism, nobody cares about you, something something something something horrible person*
23 Year old Anu:
“OMG am I really a narcissist?? Let me check that picture again. Maybe it was a bit egotistical? I mean do people actually care about my hair? GOD WHAT WAS I THINKING?! I was wondering if I should even post this at all. I never like posting things with my face in it. I KNEW I SHOULDN’T HAVE DONE IT! Maybe I should just take down this post before anyone else sees it. Should I do that? Oh God but then what will people who DID see it think? That I’m embarrassed? Oh man, WHY DID I DO THIS?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!?! Can I just go hide in a corner and die? Is that an option? AHHHHHHHH!”
33 Year old Anu:
“Hm. Interesting. Is there anything that has critical merit in this comment? Am I offending someone unknowingly, or am I missing some critical pieces of information? Any knowledge gaps this person is trying to educate me on? Ok nope. Check. Next- who actually posted this. Lets see. Oh wow. This person has nothing posted at all on their account. So definitely not someone who has actually tried to put themselves out there and, in Brene Brown’s words, tried to Dare Greatly (i.e. not someone’s opinion I have any reason to take seriously). Check. Wow, I feel kind of bad for this person. How much hate do they bottled up inside that they need to take it out on me, some internet rando? Wow. But yeah. That’s…also not my problem. Blocking this person from ever seeing my posts again. The end. Lets have some chai now.”
One of the many many reasons I love getting older.