Every time I log into my blog reader or check my Facebook feed, I feel like someone is inputting information faster than I can categorise it. As an occupational hazard, my brain is automatically distressed at the site of over-sexualised children or children being abused. My inner social justice advocate wants to start petitions and lobby congress. My inner girlie girl wants to buy shoes and pretend like the rest of the world exists. The daddy’s girl wants to call home and have dad come pick me up so I can escape the malice and ill-intentions of the world. There is so much information you get lost in it all. You are liking pages and commenting on statuses while still locked in the emotion from the earlier post. It is difficult to remember where you started once you get going.
So much access to information. So much opportunity to share information one has to wonder if people actually think, “should I share this?” Every page I like I think, “will this offend”. Every article I read I think “what can I do”? Every picture, every status, every millisecond of every day images, opinions, facts, fiction, slander, malice, beauty, intrigue, retail escape, encouragement to spend money I don’t have bombard my senses and make me wonder how I can become someone else.
Everyday is a new adventure in figuring out who I want to be and how I intend to get there. Sometimes choice is overwhelming and information transports you into the multi-faceted worlds in the minds of too many others. ~ Daily Prompt