In my eighteenth year, without an account on social media

I think I am fully prepared to decode the “#code” of those I consider to be members of my generation, especially after someone recently attacked me and accused me of being reactionary, because “I am eighteen years old and have no account on #social_media.” 

Before I became aware enough to make this fateful decision, I was like any “normal girl”, with my own account on one of the #electronic_platforms, but I lacked my personal identity, so I imitated everyone except myself, comparing myself to that beautiful blonde girl, or the one traveling from another country. To another, or the one who thinks her life  is perfect, because of her many friends and her pictures, in which she keeps smiling in all of them. Here the disturbing truth of my generation emerges, which is that we are a gloomy generation with happy images. The first girl suffers from her parents’ divorce. The second one suffers from health problems. The other is all her friends with whom she posts virtual photos.

I personally wasn’t ready to post any picture of myself. Even if you are considered by some to be “beautiful, what are you afraid of, you do not have any disability.” In fact, I was getting nervous before trying to upload one of my photos. To this day, I still suffer from the pressure of the impression I will leave and the recurring, disgusting feeling that I will be the main character in the gatherings held by my followers. But I have had enough and am tired of hiding, so why do we hide behind our screens, cover our facial pimples with a filter, and put other faces over it that have no connection to our reality, and strip ourselves of our true selves? Why? Because #virtual_reality is easier to live than actual reality. They created for us a space that exists and does not exist at the same time. We exist and do not exist, human beings without a social life, but only electronic – virtual.

Even our joys and sorrows have become subject to the arrest of electronic devices and accounts. Here is one girl crying over her boyfriend whom she met on a website, and here is another girl consoling her with messages and some emojis, thus expressing her sympathy.  It is as if it is a new virus that interacts in the hearts of girls, blinds them, and controls their nerves under the name of the virtual lover, who pounces on his prey, deceiving her with a fake identity and photos in order to reach his goal and implement the plan of #electronic_harassment or #electronic_extortion, and many other terms that spread terror in souls.

The plan requires first finding the target girl’s account. If her account is public, he begins searching her photos *carefully* so as not to accidentally like one of her photos. However, if her account is private , he may search the accounts of mutual friends, or shorten this “misery” by following her account . .

After the data collection stage, comes the second stage, which is application, which begins with attracting girls through sweet talk. After a simple research I conducted among my surrounding females, aged from 15 to 25 years, it became clear that 87% of “virtual men” begin to get to know girls with the false greeting: heyy , and I emphasize the double y . This is what the girls of my generation call the manipulator,  that is, the player. Peace and acquaintance, keep an eye on this “virtual” man, and if his questions are limited to your photos, appearance, appearance, and his persistent attempt to gain your trust, know that he is a “red flag.” That is, the  red flag . Take caution before  you make any wish for a button to erase your memories, similar to the one with which you delete photos, voice and text messages, and your electronic account.

I ask myself, are we the ones using our phones, or are they using us? Is technology trying to return us to the system of slavery, but this time the one exploiting us is a machine the size of a palm in which we trap all our feelings until the memory is full? 

Yes, I do not have an electronic account, and I make the decision to determine the fate of my life in my own hands and not by what people hold in their hands.

Congratulations to the digital civilization and its followers…