The Problem With Snapchat

The Problem With Snapchat

Snapchat was not meant to take the place of picking up the phone and calling somebody when you want to have a deep conversation.
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I had a Snapchat for most of high school, I then deleted it for several reasons. I went almost two whole years without snapping until I got to college where I noticed that everybody was on Snapchat on the way to class, during class, after class, and even while getting ready in the dorm bathrooms (not even kidding.) So I decided to give Snapchat another shot. This time I only lasted about two months until I kissed my Snapchat goodbye forever.

When it came to Snapchat in college I noticed several problems that lead to kissing my account goodbye. The first problem was that everybody is constantly on Snapchat. I was especially guilty of this. I constantly checked stories and snapped my friends 24/7. I was on it so much that I knew what everybody was eating, exactly how much they drank when they went out, where exactly they were, who they were with, and so much more. I knew everything about everybody because I was constantly loading and reloading my Snapchat. This was a problem for two reasons, the first being that I wasn’t enjoying the people around me as much as I should have been because my face was glued to checking in on the people who weren’t even around me.

The second problem was the fact that we all seem to Snapchat everything. When I said that I knew what everybody was eating, how much they drank, and exactly who they were with, I wasn’t kidding. For some odd reason we feel the need to share everything with everybody, especially on Snapchat. I was guilty of this and I don’t know why I found so much pleasure in sharing every little thing that I was doing because honestly, who cares? Since deleting my Snapchat I found myself having more conversations with people face to face because my face wasn’t glued to my phone trying to snap artsy pictures of my food.

And that’s another problem with Snapchat. It seems to me that now people feel that it is okay to go to dinner with friends and instead of engaging in meaningful conversation, we choose to snap pictures of our food and Snapchat the friends that aren’t even at dinner. If you don’t believe that people do this just low key watch a table of girls when they go to dinner together and I promise you will see at least one of them take a selfie that will no doubt be on their story or sent to a friend. Since deleting my Snapchat I realized just how rude it is to be snapping away while at dinner with friends, family, and classmates. I’ve also found that people feel that sending a snap with one sentence at a time counts as a form of solid communication but newsflash, Snapchat was not meant to take the place of picking up the phone and calling somebody when you want to have a deep conversation.

Don’t get me wrong, Snapchat can be a good thing at times but I personally feel that there are times when it can be a problem. Imagine what the world would be like if we put down our phones and had meaningful conversations at dinner, if we didn’t care so much about what everybody else was doing, and if we didn’t feel the need to post pictures of every little thing. Since letting go of my Snapchat I have learned that I worry more about myself than I do about others, I pay more attention in class, and I try more and more to not check my phone and enjoy the time that I have with the people that I love because that means way more to me than checking in on what everybody and their brother is doing.

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A Letter To My Best Friend's Future Husband

You're marrying me, too.
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Dear BFF's future hubby,

First of all, congratulations. You've caught one of the sweetest, most beautiful fish in the sea. But I don't need to tell you this. You already know she's a dime plus ninety-nine. Wifing her up is definitely the best decision you've ever made. Our girl (yes, she's mine too) is one of a kind. She's strong, smart and unbelievably caring. Her standards are pretty darn high, so you must be quite the man. If I had to guess, I'd say you're very tall and very handsome. You probably also dress extremely well and drive a nice car. Most importantly, though, I'm sure you're an awesome person who treats my best friend like the princess she is. Now that you two have tied the knot, there are a few things we should get straight.

You married me too.

Sorry to break it to you, but her and I are a package deal. Lucky for you, I rock so this is no biggie. You can expect daily phone calls and multiple visits throughout the week. Some of these visits may result in sleepovers, and some of these sleepovers may be in your bed. Deal with it. You'll learn to love me (almost) as much as you love her.

I'll be your go-to girl.

If you ever need advice or anything of the sort, I got you. I know this girl better than 99% of people so I'll be your main source of info until you reach my level of expertise. It's likely that I played a big part in planning out your engagement so you probably already know how good I am at this kind of stuff. If she's ever upset, call me up and I'll I'll tell you how screwed up and give and how to fix it. If you want to know how to surprise her, I'm your gal. Of course, all of this will be our little secret. You can take full credit for any of the ideas I give you.

If you hurt her, I'll cut your you-know-what off.

I know you won't, but this is something I'm kind of required to say.

I'm so glad she met you.


This is the most important thing I want you to know. I can only imagine how incredibly happy you make my best friend. She doesn't fall in love with just anybody, so I know you're special. You're the one. I can finally stop pretending to be her lesbian girlfriend when creepy guys hit on her at the bar. So thank you. Thank for making her laugh until she cries, for constantly reminding her of her effortless beauty, and for never saying "no" to the pair of shoes she wants. Thank you for proving me right all of those times I promised her there was a guy out there worth marrying.

I can't wait to meet you!

Sincerely,

Your future best friend-in-law

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To All The Boys I Loved Before

The act of getting over someone is never-ending, a constant and painful forgetting.

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i dabble in the art of illusions

pretending nothing penetrates my veil of apathy

that the people i once loved are just that: once loved, once ago

but the act of getting over someone is never-ending

a constant and painful forgetting

murdering the memory of something once held so dear

but now it means nothing at all

every boy i ever loved

has his own physical space in my head

their own colors and smells

always alive in an in-between state in my mind

after the beginning but before the end

this is how i cherish them:


i.

the first boy's color is orange and he smells like cheap cologne

there is not much else to say about him

except that young love feels so much more real when you are in it

but when it fades you are left with nothing save for

a trickle of embarrassment

and a firm decision never to repeat the same mistake

so thank you for teaching me to respect myself above everything

but fuck you for planting the first seed of wariness in my still genuine heart

and fuck you for everything that happened next


ii.

the second boy is red, vibrant and frantic, and he smelled of delicate ivory soap

everything with him was whirlwind passion

i was always crying—from happiness or frustration

when it became impossible to differentiate between the two i knew something was wrong

yet i stayed for the rapture

thinking "this is what it's like to be young and in love"

when really it was just being young and lost

and one day i woke up and the ardor had trickled to a vague interest

the fire that once crackled now coughed

and then fizzled into lethargy without any warnings

i struggled to explain to him that it wasn't him, it was me

and merely watched from the stands as he came completely undone

and that's when I realized that pain was alright

as long as it wasn't happening to me


iii.

the third boy is golden-brown, tender and inviting and he smelled of ocean shampoo and coffee

everything about him was sun-kissed: his hair, his soft skin, the warm embrace of his arms

i had grown accustomed to boys with calloused hands, hardened edges, and dark corners, as empty and cold as basements

yet he was open and bursting with light, as comfortable and intimate as a bedroom

until the dark in me had overcame his light

and his warmth dissolved into my cold: cold touches, loveless glances, spiteful words

until, at last, i snuffed out the last tendrils of his glow with my transgressions

let him cradle me in our bed while I burrowed into his chest and devoured his heart

i have regretted it ever since

we weren't compatible in most levels beyond physical

but he never deserved what i did to him and i'll always be remorseful

maybe one day things will be different but I fear his heart has hardened and it is far too late


these three boys taught me that broken people break people

and forced me to end that chain

before it was too late for me

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