The Psychology Behind Why We Can’t Stop Messaging
Nir Eyal

How lonely do you have to be to constantly be posting pictures 
of what you are eating, what you ate 2 minutes ago, what you look like with this face and another face , where you are and what you are doing every second of the day. It seems to be an arrested development 
of a two year old constantly saying “ Look at me, look at me, look at me”
Is it arrogance to think that “ The World” is that interested in you, 
or that you are so interesting that no matter how insignificant your activity 
that the world would be not only fascinated but better off 
by knowing immediately.

Is it a form of mania to think that every thought you have 
has to be expressed, shared, posted immediately upon having it 
even before your brain registers it came from you.

Is it narcissistic that between posting 
every insignificant, inconsequential activity and thought 
emanating from you that you spend your down time 
checking how many people are looking at you, looking at you ,
looking at you.

It does seem to be a form of Arrogant, Manic Narcissistic Loneliness
but then again it all seems so sad, small and shallow at the same time.

I have lived on the lip of insanity,
wanting to know reasons,
knocking on a door. 
It opens. 
I have been knocking from the inside. 

Frightened tenant in the
Shabby room of your inner prison
Losing the flow 
of the invitation of your life
By naming things in too small a way
To a visibility too limited

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