Social Media Versus What's Real

"Alotta people fronting they really fitting the bill, there's a very big difference between what's tweeted and what's real"

In this new age of social media all the estimable luxurious aspects of a persons life are posted for the likes, retweets, comments, etc.

Social networks have programmed many to post only things that are moderately true to give off the impression that life is better than what it seems, me included, as I've been recently made aware of. Instagram especially allows you to post portions of truth while leaving much out.

I know personally you can get so excited sitting in the front of the plane, but you forget to tell about the times you sat in the back of the bus on that 12 hour drive to Chicago, or sitting on that MAT bus catching that 18 West hoping you make it to your 5.25 an hour job. That passport book with that stamp is quickly uploaded before those food stamps on #tbt. I've always been taught to never be ashamed where you came from or who you are, because that's what makes you different. I remember my first apartment 7116 Circle #1, I didn't have furniture for like three months, have that mattress sitting on the floor, and that tube tv sitting on my dresser, but thought I was Living Like Kings. You can get so caught up in showing "followers" that your living "The Good Life" that you fail to show those three years in that red & khaki pushing them carts, stocking them shelves, living check to check with a bank account looking quite famished. I'm talking you grown man rationing meals and eating at particular times of the day so your not tempted to eat as often.

Too often we see the pictures of the ciroc bottles in clubs, but not those who are working 60 hours work weeks just to stunt on the weekend. You have the strip club photos with floor paper of George Washington's, but the Internet is unaware of the main chick and child at home needing milk. Foreign (everything but China) clothing, but we aren't made aware of living arrangements. What's a push to start car when you barely get by with the payments and you're paying interest rates out the ass? Us as a people have gotten so caught up in the opinions of others that people spend outrageous money that can't afford to throwaway on minuscule objects just to tweet about or Instagram it.

I'm all for motivating the streets, but just showing the triumph, and ignoring the streets keeps those below unaware of how to appreciate the blessing.

Believe half of what you see, none of what you hear even if its post by me.