Why This Should Be the Summer You Live IRL

As a writer and journalist in her 20s, I suppose I fit the description of "social media obsessed" that comes with my age bracket. The latest Snapchat filters? I've amused myself with them for hours. Where do I find out about current events most of the time? Twitter. How do I show people when I reunite with friends or make homemade pastries? Instagram. But a funny thought occurred to me recently, and I feel like I'm not the only one who's thought it: I've become part of a generation that is forgetting how to feel spontaneous joy because we're too busy trying to prove it. It occurred to me last weekend when some plans fell through and I found myself doing an activity most of us consider normal: decompressing by sitting on the couch and scrolling through social media. Checking Snapchat, I saw friends zip lining on vacation and drinking champagne; Instagram showed me some young writers celebrating a book deal with perfectly-frosted desserts; Facebook basically displayed a never-ending slideshow of acquaintances that were purchasing homes, getting married, and having babies. And despite being illogical, after about 20 minutes I felt pretty badly about myself. About nothing. About seeing wonderful things that somehow left a weird taste in my mouth. Social media is overtly a place where people post their shiniest achievements and best moments. It's not (usually) the place where people admit that they don't know what they're doing with their life or that they got in a fight with t...
Source: Healthy Living - The Huffington Post - Category: Consumer Health News Source Type: news