Blessed are the Normal: Embracing our Non-sharable, Non-tweetable Life
I love to dangle my feet off mountain ledges. When I’m not hiking with my kids I climb and scramble until I find the perfect cliff for my weary feet. And better still, my wife often follows me and takes epic pictures of my precarious position.
And what do I do with those pictures? What any social-norm-abiding person does: make them my latest social media profile photo. I relish in the idea that people see these photos and think of me as daring, exciting, adventurous, and a little off-kilter.
In reality I’ve sat on one of the earth’s fragile edges for perhaps .0007 percent of my life. When put in these terms my photos feel a little disingenuous.
But that’s the game of our era: crafting a grandiose image of ourselves.
Never before in the history of humanity have so many people possessed the opportunity to build a public persona. And, if you’re like me, the temptation is to shape that image around a narrow, glorious vision of ourselves.
I wouldn’t call that evil or anything, but I do think w…
And what do I do with those pictures? What any social-norm-abiding person does: make them my latest social media profile photo. I relish in the idea that people see these photos and think of me as daring, exciting, adventurous, and a little off-kilter.
In reality I’ve sat on one of the earth’s fragile edges for perhaps .0007 percent of my life. When put in these terms my photos feel a little disingenuous.
But that’s the game of our era: crafting a grandiose image of ourselves.
Never before in the history of humanity have so many people possessed the opportunity to build a public persona. And, if you’re like me, the temptation is to shape that image around a narrow, glorious vision of ourselves.
I wouldn’t call that evil or anything, but I do think w…
