Trapped In The Margins

I haven’t written here in a while and I mean truly written how I feel. Maybe this is part of the growing up process. I am no longer as dependent on social media to give me a sense of worth and belonging. I have spent fourteen years on social media trying to “find my tribe” only to neglect the one to which I truly belonged.

I have never garnered a following, let alone made true Internet friends. This baffles me because I tend to make friends fairly easily, keeping them is another matter. I guess that I never tried hard enough. I fell into the cracks of the Internet hoping that I would find something that would make me feel alive. Instead, I was met with the most terrifying, macabre, and explicit parts of humanity.

I’ve had enough of the Internet to last ten lifetimes. The truth is that the Internet didn’t make it. It broke me into tiny pieces and scattered me into the matrix of 1’s and 0’s. There are so many versions of myself online that I can’t begin to separate fact from fiction. I don’t know how to reclaim my identity but this is as good a start as any.