Detachment

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My boyfriend and I are constantly struggling to find things to watch on Netflix. It’s an ongoing first world problem, woe is us.

The other night, we settled on a film called Detachment. I’m not going to review the film, don’t worry, I’ll let you do that yourself. It just made me think a lot about how we view life and how life has made an impression on us.

I’m sorry if this post makes no sense, but I feel like the bits that are rambly (is that a word? it is now), are kind of relevant for our “generation”.

In the film, a term called “doublethink” is discussed. Have you ever heard of it? I hadn’t. It was a term invented by George Orwell when he wrote “1984”. It basically means to believe in something you think to be true, but also think to be untrue. For example – I have to be skinny to be happy. We know deep down it isn’t true, but some still strive for it.

And it made me realise how much that’s just part of our culture now. And whether we say it out loud, or quietly deny it in our minds, it’s a huge part of our existence in this social media world. I need to have 10k followers to make it. I need that outfit on Pinterest to look good. I’m hugely guilty of these thoughts, and it makes me annoyed at myself.

We know that it isn’t real, not really, but it doesn’t stop us from trying to angle that cheesecake just the right way.

Social media has hugely affected my life and my thought process, in some positive and some negative ways, and I know it’s different for everyone. I worry that someone else out there puts strain on themselves to be or look a certain way, when really, it doesn’t matter. I guess I’m just hoping to highlight to some few people out there that we can say it isn’t real, but sometimes we must really believe it so we can relieve the huge pressures we put on ourselves every day.

I’m just glad that the facade is cracking – people discussing their struggles whilst living life through social media and posts that compare reality to social media are refreshing.

I’m sorry if this makes no sense! I’m rambling.

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