When did we begin to lose touch with our own realities? When we began to convince ourselves that everything is okay as soon as we've posted that photo of us smiling wide. When we busy ourselves with pleasing others and waste hours changing statuses and organizing albums, we lose out.
What snapped? I don't know. What I do know is that my mouse clicked the "deactivate" button, and for a moment I thought I'd finally mustered up the courage to delete my pixelated existence forever.
I had allowed Facebook to create a huge sea of publicized, wasted emotions all tangling in each other, to change the meaning of words and make them all more superficial.