Clap, clap! Beautifully written! What I still don’t get about people getting envious about other people while scrolling Facebook, the syndrome I was somehow spared, is why this activity gets humans envious in the first place? Yes, half of those people are like you, went to school with you, you’re family or friends, you have things in common. But they will never be you, you are you, and only you are you. So why compare? Why not eye your own watermelon, cut it into triangles, squares, stars and hearts, make a smoothie, a sorbet, an ice-cream, whatever you like most. Make it yours. This is probably the true definition of creativity Franklin had meant, because creativity always comes from within. It is deeply personal. Why, nevertheless, in the times of personalised technology, finger-unlocked phones, apps telling you how much you ran, where you ran and with what heart rate, apps telling you when you’ll ovulate (can things get more personal than that if you’re a girl?), we find it so hard to feel we’re individual and to be real individualists? Narrating your own character in social media won’t necessarily build anyone’s character. There is no app for that. Why in the 21st century, we choose, instead of interiorising the events we live, to outsource and crowdsource satisfaction and sadness to news feeds, limiting the understanding of what we live to six available emoticons on Facebook?
