This current evolution of humans is a strange one.
I know, I know – every generation says that.
However, I don’t think anyone can deny that times are changing, as they should. Also, it’s fair (and possibly necessary) to observe these changes and discern the usefulness of them. So in taking notice of the changing times, certain behavioral patterns will stand out as unusual.
Like most people, I have a love-hate relationship with social media. Creativity and humor are my jam and social media is my go to fix of inspiration and laughter. I’m amazed on a near-daily basis how creative humans can be, and if you haven’t heard, the internet is hilarious, arguably the greatest comedy of all time. A good vibe at my fingertips surely makes life sweeter so I take the bait, scrolling way too long trying to find something more entertaining than my real life.
I love it.
Most people also know social media is different than real life, but I’m not convinced people believe that. Sure, folks say they do because it’s the right thing to say, but our collective mental health says differently. Scroll after scroll diminishes satisfaction and eventually leads us into cycles of worry. Whether it’s consuming constant doom and gloom on the state of the world and all of its problems, or falling victim to the negative side effects of jealousy as a result of self destructive comparison, most people at some point have been bit by the social media bug where it hurts. Even with the rise of restlessness and despair, we can’t seem to tear ourselves away from the very thing that’s tearing us apart.
I hate it.
Ironically, social media is hip to this phenomenon and it seems like the answer is almost too simple to believe: to make it more “real.” It’s a new wave of influencers who do the same thing they’ve always done, and add the word ‘real’ in every once in a while.
In other words, we’re living in the golden age of the fakes. There’s a boom of fake people, products, and businesses being so fake they’ve made a 360 degree turn into a chilling image of fake-realness that doubles down on their assertions of authenticity. A fake is fine enough to stomach – a good sale never hurt anybody and everyone is not obligated to be authentic. Every kind of person makes the world go round. However, fake claiming to be real is a disease we should all be wary of.
I won’t digress into a fire and brimstone speech about the fate of the phonies, but I am hoping that whatever the future brings, cannabis can save us.
I’m hoping that cannabis can be the chill enough people need to reconnect with vibes, and realize that it’s the vibes that connect us and make us all the same.
I’m hoping that we can rise above the bad days that follow long nights, and see our neighbors as neighbors when we walk out of our doors.
I’m hoping that enough people can find connection that fills them and opens them up to the abundance of the universe.
Lastly, and most importantly, I’m hoping that cannabis can reform the pulsing of our intuition in order to spot ideas, people, places, and things that do not align with us. Hopefully from there we can find (within ourselves) the trust we need to let go of things we can’t control, and the courage we need to stop being so fake.