Mason Gooding In my younger and more vulnerable years, I was under the impression that by the time I could legally refer to myself as an adult I’d simultaneously be granted the luxury of self-confidence.
That “self-confidence” would theoretically come both because of, as well as alongside, a physical and emotional maturity. However, as time passes, I wonder when my place in the universe will become entirely clear to me and, ideally, those around me.
I wonder where the ubiquitous quirks and little foibles inherent to who I am will rest amongst the notches and nuances of my “community.”I’m often made aware of the pitfalls of “self-reflection” and “self-worth” when put into the context of how other people view me, especially at a time in which other people’s opinions — both of me and things in general — are so readily available at the click of a button or the swipe of a finger.
The formulaic nature of social media and the subsequent dedication to viral trends can oftentimes perpetuate a feeling of “sameness,” as if “fitting in” is more important than “feeling seen” or “appreciated.” I wonder, presumably on my lonesome, if this feeling is something unique to me, or if everyone else thinks about it as much as I do.
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