EXACTLY HOW TO CHANGE

Social Media influences you at a deep molecular level. In the realm of quantum mechanics, there's this fascinating phenomenon known as the double-slit experiment. When particles, these tiny quanta of matter, are observed, they behave differently than when they're left to their own devices. They change course, alter their path, seemingly aware that they're being watched. Now, isn't that an uncanny mirror to our own lives? Because, after all, aren't we, too, just particles, swirling and dancing in the grand cosmos?

You see, people are much like those particles. When we know we're being observed—on social media, in the public eye—we put on a show, we change our behavior. We become something other than our true, unobserved selves. I've been down that road before, a road where I was watched, rated, and followed. And you might ask, was that the real 'me'? Or was it simply a version molded by the gaze of others?

In my personal Double Slit Experiment, I choose not to be on the big social media platforms, why I prefer to remain unfollowed, unseen in the digital realm. For me, true freedom lies in the space where no one is watching, where I am not reduced to a set of ratings or likes. But here’s the cosmic joke: which version of the particle is real? Is it the one being observed, dancing under the scrutiny of the world, or the one freely flowing in its own space, unmeasured, untouched? The answer, I suspect, is both—and neither. Reality, you see, is as fluid and mysterious as the particles themselves.

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