Having a public persona seems to be every other person’s dream. Honestly, who wouldn’t want their name to be well known and (hopefully) well respected? With a public persona one gains a certain sense of immortality, as long as ones’ name is remembered, one still has a mode of living on after passing away. Add a way to leave a mark, such as through works of art, music, books, risky videos, a blog; and ones’ chance of not being forgotten multiplies. In these times of mostly-healthy narcissism, how far is too far? How much information should be kept to oneself, what would best be left unsaid? Because nothing can be erased from the internet.
These questions have plagued me ever since I made my first social media account. I joined Facebook in 2014 to keep up with friends while away on exchange in Spain. I have barely posted anything over the last years, just a few pictures and some Go-Fund-Me links to support peers. Whenever I catch myself checking in regularly, I delete the app. This small act helps me reset my habits, and indulge in other activities. By now I have joined a smattering of other platforms. I barely post on any of them, and still try not to check in too often, yet I feel that I have gained a healthier perspective on social media and all that it has to offer because I have learned to visualize the impressions certain posts might have on the reader, and possible repercussions. The Digital World is fast growing and encroaching itself into the lives of millions, which is why I find it essential that healthy ways to utilize the tools we have been given be enforced and supported. Now that the internet and social media have become a fundamental part of society, there is no going back. At this point, it seems that they (perhaps in flashier forms) will stick around, at least until the “next big thing” peeks its nose around the corner.