Social Media Reminds Me Of Prison
Baños nachos mi hormigas! That’s hispandex for Good day sir. Anyway, soon after my last article on how “Real Recognize Real”, I received an email from a long time… follower, listener? From some dude. He sent me some questions and asked if I would be so kind as to either answer them on Shmedium or my podcast. Since I only drop one podcast a week, writing about it here made the most sense. Here is what the human wrote (by way of AI, I could be wrong, but I’m probably not):
Can you please answer these questions since Profit is the only person that I know who doesnt seem to give a shit about validation, approval or acceptance.:
1. The constant need for approval or validation seems to be deeply ingrained in human nature. In your psychoanalytic theory, can you shed light on why people experience such a strong desire to belong or be accepted by others?
2. Since I have known/listened to you, you have emphasized the significance of early childhood experiences in shaping an individual’s personality. How do these formative experiences contribute to the development of a strong need for approval or validation?
3. The need for approval can often lead to individuals compromising their own values and beliefs to gain acceptance from others. From a psychological perspective, why do people prioritize external validation over staying true to themselves?
4. In today’s digital age, where social media platforms thrive on likes, comments, and followers, the need for validation seems more prevalent than ever. How do you think this constant exposure to external validation impacts individuals’ sense of self-worth and overall well-being?
5. It is often said that self-acceptance and self-validation are crucial for personal growth and happiness. Drawing from your psychoanalytic insights, how can individuals strike a balance between seeking external validation and fostering a healthy sense of self-approval?
So in true Profit form, I just wrote some shit and didn’t directly answer any of them individually. One of the first articles I brought over to medium was I am The Genuine Embodiment Of Freedom. If anyone ever wants to get an idea of who Profit is, this is the best place to start.
Navigating the social media shit show has always come second nature to me. Thanks to the fast life and crazy ride I had before prison. It taught me how to generate summarizations of people from the smallest amount of information available, in order to not die. Since I’m still breathing, I guess I’m still alive, and it’s safe to say that I wasn’t horrible at it.
Then I went on a 5 year cruise (prison) where everyone fronts like they’re hot shit. Social Media is literally the same, minus living in a restroom with another cat. Always a dude knockin’ on my window, tellin’ me these magnificent stories of how they owned the streets, were billionaires , and had 89 cars and 417 motorcycles. Yet every single time, as soon as the story dies, they would hit me with: “yo can I get a soup man”. Nope! No you absolutely fuckin’ can’t. This is where “You’re so full of shit, Ima call you porta-potty” was born. That’s social media, where everyone’s a baller, a guru, or an entrepreneur living in their “roommate’s” basement (their mom’s crib). Memes over facts, cheating is cool, and you can be a shit person as long as you look good online — that’s the game.
I want no part of that shit. I’m like a validation-averse unicamel, roaming the digital desert untainted by the need for online pats on the back. While I appreciate the love, claps, and virtual high fives, that’s not the shit that fuels my engine. Validation is a shiny trinket, sure, but it’s brittle, easily scratched by the fickle winds of ever-changing intrawebs trends.I happen to crave something real, something deeper than the echo chamber of likes (that’s why I like ALL my own facebook posts). Still, I understand the chase for validation, the desire to be accepted. We are all wired for connection, but unlike the rest of you, my wiring to belong short-circuited a long time ago. Ain’t shit wrong with wanting acceptance. But when it turns into a thirst, a desperate guzzling for the approval of absolute strangers online, that are probably full of shit themselves, that’s when those visors come down, the disguises appear, and the real you drowns beneath the waves of “likes” and “followers”.
Do yourself a favor, go read my last article, shed the mask, and embrace the real you. Go be the weirdo your mom loves and focus on building a life that sings, not one that begs for applause. Find YOUR fire, YOUR passion, YOUR purpose, and let it light your way. That’s how you attract the right people, the ones who want to connect with the soul beneath. Remember, Profit’s got your back, unless you write me to ask me shit that I answered in my last 3 or 7 articles. Next person is gettin’ blokteded!
Like the Scholars TOOL say: “Overthinking, overanalyzing, separates the body from the mind”. Peace!
