1 Peter 5:8 says, “Stay alert! Watch out for your great enemy, the devil. He prowls around like a roaring lion, looking for someone to devour.” And believe he’s following some of us on the Gram and Twitter looking for who he can use to promote foolishness and discord.
a.k.a: Social media is the devil.
On Thursday night, Kendrick Lamar stopped the world when he dropped the visuals for the new Black millennial national anthem, Humble. The song is laced with subliminal shots at rappers in the industry, reminding them to stay in their place and be humble. Still, there’s an underlying message within the song that has left an unignorable ring in our ears:
Now, I won’t get into the technicalities of these three lines, but the tweets and memes I’ve seen surrounding this, mostly from fed up Black women @ Black men, puts the PROBLEM in problematic. I don’t mind the discussion surrounding the song and its lyrics, by all means #expressyoself, however, I do take issue with the generalizations being made in the aspect of groupthink, but we’ll get back to that.
Ladies and gentlemen, I’ve been DISTRACTED. Like, really distracted; and I blame my over consumption of social media for it.
You see, it’s April, y’all. A-P-R-I-L. The first quarter of the year is over, gone, and this realization has me questioning my whole life. (lol)Where did the time go? Well, I’ll tell you: it’s been thrown in the matrix that is Instagram, Twitter, and YouTube. It’s a shame, pitiful even… What I’m finding is that with all the noise and images of the hundreds, even thousands of people you follow from day to day, our vision can easily become clouded.
You start taking on what other people are doing that appears to work in order to get likes and followers, copying their aesthetic, slowing honing yourself based off of what’s trending or is trendy, and before you know it, you’ve forgotten what your aesthetic is, and just like that, you’re lost in the sauce.
At this point in my life, I need to hear my inner voice and that of the Lord’s as clear as I can see through these prescription glasses right now. My time, my life, my dreams and the fulfillment of my passion are crucial. And the execution of them is most important than the temporary high I may receive from gaining 100+ likes on a picture.
I hate that’s it’s come to this, I remember when social media was a fun and harmless world where friends shared Valencia filter pictures with one another, but it’s become a beast in it’s own right; or at least it has in my eyes.
I have to get back to the light. I have to take a leave of absence, a brief hiatus from the world of filters and retweet-hungry followers and rediscover what’s real. I need to think on my own. Listen to music without the input and jaded points of view from social strangers. Simply put, I need to get back to hearing my own thoughts, restructure my aesthetic, and hear the birds sing again.
With that said, I’ll be limiting, heck, dang near eliminating my social media consumption for the month of April, which means you’ll being seeing a lot less of me on the Gram, Twitter, and Snapchat, unless it’s to post a blog update. If that.
Until May, it’s Aley out.
Peace, peace, peace,