HUMAN FRICTION

I was doing whatever I was doing until recently I decided to open an instagram account. I was thinking "Why the hell i isolate myself, never sharing my thoughts, never expressing myself through writing or music". And I really needed human bonding as I was severely isolated not only because of circumstances but also because I was starting to see the patterns of human beings; what they were hiding behind empathy masks, behind so called love.

I thought via instagram I would be able to meet genuine human beings, who are themselves, being open and who still have human warmth. I was devastated when I first noticed that human beings were not themselves. Everything about instagram was so artificial and people get used to it. They were thinking they were sharing their nice moments with friends but what was actually being done was to make surrogates out of themselves. There were no genuine feelings, no human warmth, some fake sentimentality, always smiling people with life so flawless.

When I make some nice videos showing my real feelings my friends begin to be afraid. I mean they were really genuinely frightened as if something very bad happened to me, they phoned me and ask how I am. I said I am ok and just want to share my feelings. But after a while they become angry, so angry that they wanted me to delete my account.

Hopelessness lurked in my heart as I thought people would understand and I would be able to reach their hearts but there was really no way. They lost something. What they lost I am stil thinking but from the way they get angry I noticed that they were angry because they have to feel again. Feel my sadness, my happiness, my cries.

They preferred not to. Masks have been well established now on their faces, They cannot take real feelings, they want the feelings to be standart always artificial never deep enough to feel their real selves.

So I gave up the instagram as also I was afraid I will be addicted to dopamine and check my instagram account all the time.

But still I need to express myself. Even when my own friends want to silence me, for my own piece of mind and above all for my own sanity I will speak, I will write and I will sing my songs.

Otherwise I am afraid I will be one of those shallow human beings who lost much of their parts that make them human beings.

That’s human friction says the AI. What makes people people is human friction.

So I will stay as a human friction. Write freely, feel freely and sing freely.