I grew up watching my 4 years older brother mastering the English language. It was a source of inspiration for him, and a reason to idolize him for me. He would do everything to help me develop
One day, while I was taking the bus back home, I opened my little dictionary and started to flick through when my eyes suddenly fell on a word that immediately stole my attention. That word was “Addiction”. It is defined as a strong and harmful need to regularly have something (such as
Once I got home, I forgot I was hungry and hurried to connect my phone to the Wi-Fi so as to start my virtual trip. A trip that everyone starts from the most overcrowded station, Facebook. I had to put my cell phone in silent mode for the annoying sound that the huge amount of messages and notifications made.
I start my visual ride by checking whether my profile picture, in which I’m well dressed up and smiling, has reached 100 likes yet. Then I go on scrolling only to see dozens of people commenting on a friend’s friendship post with a girl, calling him a pervert. As much as it annoys me to see that, I pretend not to care and keep scrolling. Sometimes, my eyes get caught with a beautiful picture topped by a quote that has anything to do with the quoted person. Other times, I get distracted by some attention whores. Sorry, I mean people who are willing to do everything it takes to seek attention even if that means claiming atheism just to be different, offending people or even worse, hiding behind body acceptance and adopting sexuality as a way of living.
But I don’t stop! I keep scrolling until Facebook becomes unbearable… A few seconds later, I find my fingers clicking twice on a half naked hot chick’s photo on Instagram. I unconsciously press like on almost all the photos. The app has insane photo filters you know. No wonder why I fall for half of the girls on my feed!
I try my best to resist the temptation and I miraculously manage to escape the Instagram’s world of beauties. My journey never stops there because my crushes snaps’ are always fluttering about in the sunshine of the Snapchat’s yellow logo. I watch their endless 24h stories and put others to load. Everyone seems to be having the most agreeable time of their lives, hiding behind the cats and dogs filters. I see people showing off both their expensive jewelry and fake watches. But how does it matter if their jewels are real or fake? Because everyone is just enjoying his virtual life, making the best impressions of a world that is already fake.
I then realize how unhappy I am comparing to them, so I instantly start looking for my last summer’s picture when I was in a good shape. I edit it using one of the Instagram’s marvelous filters before sharing it on social media… with all confidence.
As soon as I put my mobile phone in charge, I hear quite a boring sound of silence that reminds me of my real life’s emptiness. Consequently, I reopen the Facebook page in my laptop to check the likes on my recent photo, which have a prompt positive effect on my mood. Then, I go scrolling again just to see half my male “friends” sharing “Mia Khalifa’s live from the shower”.(I bet the other half is watching in secret). Anyway, you can’t blame everyone for being interested in a porn star taking her clothes off. Guess what, they’re not the only thing being undressed anyway. All the things in life have become naked out of morality.
I realize how creepy life is in this stupid world! Therefore, I deactivate Facebook and delete all my social media accounts. So as not to feel empty, I create an account with the lottery, light-up a cigarette and open up a beer. If that is the real definition of “Addiction” according to the dictionary, then I’m happy to be addicted to drugs and gambling and not to the life where everyone is on the way to become a zombie.