Personality ❘ Consciousness❘ Social Media
Because I won’t believe you’re deep…
“Beloved, I’m beyond that level now. My consciousness is like E², you know. I’m like exploding atomic bombs in my mind. I’m too deep for that $h!t,” she said in a slow drawl while moving her henna tattooed hands forming and molding the air between us.
“Wow, my followers need to hear this conversation,” she said squinting her eyes as if she’d just explained the theory of everything.
What conversation? And isn’t it the speed of light that’s squared? I thought.
You’d think she was still reciting poetry, but no, we were standing outside of a hookah bar after our poetry performances.
Is she still performing, I thought. Has she smoked more than the free hookah offered by the bar owner in lieu of payment?
I simply told her I enjoyed her performance (I did) and asked how long she’s been performing. That seemed to be all she needed to sink 7 levels deep in B.S. Yes, capital B.S.
Standing outside the bar bewildered and dismayed. I wasn’t about to take a few hits of hookah(I’m asthmatic) instead of $50 and I wasn’t buying her “I’m so deep” performance either.
But I’m Deep, Though
We don’t have to prove we are deep. It’s fake. It’s all over social media. We see it every day. It is as if people need to put on identities just to feel as if they exist.
From performative activism that includes taking selfies at protests to faking veganism and getting caught eating fish to misquoting Shirley Chisholm and Einstein in an attempt to sound intelligent, the need to seem conscious and woke is getting out of hand. And when it’s all said and done, it's strictly about fame.
Whatever little taste of fame some people can get, they will take it. And now, the spiked punch of fame makes it easy for anyone to get drunk on it. Fame is waiting on Instagram, Facebook, TikTok, Twitch, Youtube, and yes Medium.