Satire Essay On Jealousy

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Some of us hate it. Some of us love it, some even idolise it. All of us know it’s bad and yet we are still lured in, like Alice in Wonderland, tumbling down the rabbit hole into another world. It’s a world where perfection is the ultimate goal and popularity is confused with self-worth. The world of social media: where we love to boast of our existences and chew on the fat of others. Hours spent scrolling through our phones; post after post, photo after photo, page after page. Justification comes in the form of the needs of a friend or even ourselves, a few minutes peaceful escape from the craze of the world into the raging fire of social media. But those minutes so easily become hours, hours a habit, and habit an addiction. All of us know …show more content…

Jealousy has eaten away at us for so long that when we see other’s photos, and lives that appear so good, we feel the need to have what they have and be as good as them. Feeling like maybe when we find the motivation to work out and have a body like theirs, or buy better clothes and learn to do better makeup, we will be able to fill the hole that jealousy has left us. But just as we work ever harder, the hole grows ever bigger. Social media has caught us up in a vicious cycle of jealousy, which has been scientifically proven to be linked to depression. Because what we don’t realise is that what we see on social media isn’t reality. All those perfect photos of celebrities and social media ‘influencers’ are taken from the best angles and in the best lighting, and usually photo shopped after that too. They spend hours trying to take the perfect photo, and hire teams of people to help them. Hours that most of us don’t have and people the average person can’t afford to hire. Yet perfection is still aimed for, because the raging fire of social media doesn’t burn on anything less, and the octopus-like grip has a strong hold on us - each time we break free of one tentacle and break down one barrier, one idea of perfection it is ready and waiting to blind us with addiction and snatch us up in another tentacle of perfection. Stuck in the false appearances we all feel obligated to keep

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