Who is really listening to you?
THE LANGUAGE OF ME. There’s a particular kind of voice that shows up whenever we decide to share ourselves online. It’s not exactly honesty and it’s not usually reliable either—it’s something in between. A translation. A curated version of “me,” shaped into words that fit the platform, the moment, the audience, the algorithm and maybe what is fashionable to say. Personal information is traded like currency. Feelings become public property. Details—real or fictional—get posted as evidence that we exist, that we’re experiencing something, that we matter enough to be read. And once you start paying attention, it feels strange. Not only because we’re oversharing, but because we’re turning interior life into a prescriptive format. No one can hear you? What is the actual purpose of “telling people about yourself”? Is it connection, validation, or just the comfort...
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