I began to realize everything I had concluded about this girl was built on the false foundation of her social media presence. Through the empty vessels of Instagram, Facebook and now Snapchat, we project to the world the life we wish we lived, not the actual life we’re living.
My ex’s new girl, (just like me) was carefully curating an image of herself that she wanted the masses to see. Behind every smiling selfie exists a desperate need for validation.
It was the only time I had ever envisioned the great expanse of my future with another person.
Had my ex secretly pined for a girl who was merely sweet and casual and easy-going?
I decided, amidst my vodka-induced meltdown,was going to check this new chick out.
Alcohol and a broken heart have always served as a catalyst for my destructive decisions. She blissfully smiled in every picture and wore denim shorts and flat shoes.
The perfect couple posing on the beach hasn’t had sex in six months. I had allowed myself to get twisted up over a cartoon of a person, which is precisely what our social media persona is -- a one-dimensional Minnie Mouse version of ourselves.
The biggest chunk of advice I could ever bestow on to you is don’t compare yourself to your ex’s new girlfriend, especially in this toxic age of social media addiction. She’s not posting pictures of her puffy face after a night of drinking and crying, and neither are you.