Stop Filming Your Whole Existence

Some moments are meant to be lived, not captured.

Jul 07, 2025

We live in a world where everything is publicized.

Your whole existence is available online.
And to be honest?
That’s terrifying.

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WHAT EVEN IS CONTENT?

The internet is full of mysteries.

People loved blogging, then we had YouTubers.
And right after, Musical.ly started blowing up like crazy.
Now we have TikTok, and the amount of content shared for engagement is absolutely weird.

Vlogging.
Family channels.
Kids content.
And more.

It looks cute...
Until you realize how much you’ve shared—from a third-person’s perspective.

Momo understands you!

“So how did you end up here? I thought you were born in Germany.”
I asked my coworker.
“Wait, how do you know that?”
she asked.

Without even realizing it, she posted that on her Facebook and Instagram bio.
Just a small example of how easy it is to forget what we’ve already shared.

There have been celebrities and YouTubers called out by strangers—
For starting new relationships.
For cheating.
For crimes.

What connects all of them?
They’re public.
Their whole existence—just like yours—is out there.
Even after you die.

Social media gives people power.
Power to speak.
Power to judge.

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Everything is considered content now.
And I’m sick of it.

An attractive young lady or a gentleman can make money just by blinking at a camera.
Sometimes, not even that.

And you’re supporting them—
While living at your parents’ house.
Struggling to pay rent.
Barely surviving.

People live on their phones now.
Some moments are special—they’re meant to be lived.
Not captured on TikTok.

But today?

Vacations aren’t real unless there’s a reel.
Birthday gifts are a competition.
Crying? Film it.
Hugging your baby? Post it.
Kid’s having a panic attack? OMG POST IT RIGHT NOW.

Do you even realize how lucky we were
that social media wasn’t around when we were born?

No, Mom.
I will not pose for your TikTok page.

This isn’t just about posting.
Or writing.
Or clicking.

Social media is an identity we created.

We’re all just a bunch of hypocrites—
Secretly lusting over validation.

Pretending to be the main character.
Faking relationships.
Faking success.
Faking happiness.
Sometimes even faking death.

It’s giving...
Hannah Montana, honestly.

Are we really happy?

“Guys, look at my boyfriend, he’s the cutest!”

But you know he’s not.
He barely responds to your texts, honey.

“OMG, I love being a teacher!”

Really?
You cried last week because the kids made fun of your hairstyle.

We seriously need to stop lying to each other.
Stop performing for people who don’t even know who you are.

I got threats from a random dude once.
He told me he’d leak my number to people who DM’d him in 5 minutes.

I was scared—
Not because I had something to hide.
But because I didn’t realize how dangerous the internet was.

It didn’t stop.

I got bullied online.
I was made fun of.
My identity was stolen.
I even got threats of rape and abuse.

It was insane.
But the thing it drained the most?

My mental health.

So I logged off.
Deleted some of my socials.
And moved on.

Maybe that was the best decision for me.
I don’t even know what future generations will face.
But I’m worried.

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When was the last time you and your mom had a real conversation?
Not “hi, how are you?”
But a deep convo?

Exactly.
You don’t remember.

We stopped talking to people.
We’re more disconnected than ever.

We freak out when the internet doesn’t work.
But in places like Spain, France, and Portugal—
When electricity went down, people… actually talked.
They were happy outside.

So why can’t we?
Why is it so hard to be ourselves?
Why do we feel the need to polish everything—
Our images, identities, even thoughts?

Before, it was:

“I met my husband via Facebook.”

Now it’s:

“I moved to another city for the boyfriend I met on Omegle.”

Did we already forget about Amanda Todd?

Or the thousands of others who ended their lives because of the internet?

Here’s your reminder:

Kenneth Weishuhn
Rebecca Sedwick
Jamey Rodemeyer
Megan Meier
Ryan Halligan
Desmond Daniel Amofah
Tyler Clementi
Danny Chen
…and many more.

But you probably don’t know them—
because you were busy watching your favorite TikToker.

They’re not just names.
Not just headlines.

They’re all connected by one thing:

The internet destroyed them.
The bullying. The pressure. The threats.

YouTube.
Facebook.
MySpace.
TikTok.

Condolences to their families.

Before you write your next hate comment,
think about this.

It’s okay to take breaks.
It’s okay not to have social media at all.
You don’t need to know the latest brainrots on TikTok.

Not everyone likes taking pictures.
Not everyone wants to be filmed.

Respect people’s privacy.
And respect your own.

Not everything needs to be posted.
Not everything needs to be content.

Little Tips for Beginners:
✦ Log out once a week
✦ Leave your phone at home for one outing
✦ Let moments be memories—not media
✦ Don’t apologize for choosing peace over performance