Personal Reflection: a Partial Look on Socializing

Personal Reflection: a Partial Look on Socializing

Socializing with others is in part what may define us, mold our paths into this world and perceptions, but more importantly, plays a large part in determining whether we are happy in life or not. My concern though is up to what point is socializing with others is acceptable in terms of what can make us truly happy or not. Take for instance Facebook in which we not only communicate with others but we post things about our lives. This posting is also a form of communicating with others, yet what concerns me is why in fact we are posting. Perhaps we are, atlthough this may be an exaggerating statement, refreshing every couple of minutes or so to see how many likes we receive when have posted something. Why cannot we be content with ourselves so as to seek the approval of others? Yet how can one say this when we do so in everyday conversation, say we want to talk to others about a new car we have or some interesting event that happened in school? Surely we want to receive positive reception from them and surely there must be a reason for telling them in the first place. I am not saying that to a certain extent we should not communicate in such a fashion, rather as humans we need to socialize with others to perhaps avoid a mentally ill state and as mentioned before (for the most part), as part of being happy (and other reasons as well). Perhaps it okay to seek the approval of others to a certain extent, even though at least in my experiences, words spoken about this topic is to “be content with who you are.” Perhaps this extends up to the point where it does not change “who you are.”
For instance, we might like to tell others about a meme we find funny and want to see if others approve of it (or it could be some sort of subconscious decision where we find a moment so precious that we don’t even focus on whether they will approve of it or not, we just think its worth sharing so they too can join in on the moment); if they approve of it, then perhaps it’s a cherished...

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