You all love to share soooo much.
Can I borrow your Lambo tonight then?
“Sharing.”
Like so many words used today, its definition has changed much since I was young.
When I was young “sharing” meant giving something of value to another person or some other entity. It meant helping someone. It meant doing something for someone that they could not do for themselves either in the moment or for a while.
It never used to mean dumping a life’s worth of emotional baggage onto an unsuspecting public.
Now the only thing we seem to share is how horrible our gilded cages stink.
I’ll be the first to admit that I do this too. Maybe even more than the next guy but now I’m always analyzing the why. Why are none of us ever happy with what we have? Why do we feel constant envy that we should have more of everything?
So much sharing on the internet but are our lives any better for it?
No. They are not.
The internet and the whole thing is turning out to be a net loss for anything we hoped it could be.
Instead of bringing everyone together, it magnified tribalism and divisiveness.
