The Future of Superficiality

Superficiality in the past was your friendster primary pic.

That was it. It wasn’t even digitally filtered, edited and heavily Photoshopped. It wasn’t fetching in any way. Unless you’re Ellen Adarna, your picture would have to be bland to say the least.

And you didn’t even give that much fuck.

We didn’t have newsfeeds.  We didn’t have twitter. We didn’t feel the need to air our two cents worth on everything. We didn’t post pictures of our faces with the same facial expressions with different backgrounds.

Life was static.

Superficiality in the future was when I suddenly considered going to the gym to get myself some abs. For a day I actually thought of actually getting ripped on the abdominals. Yes, just on the abdominals coz that’s hardcore.

But come to think of it, if you’re secured enough of your package, then what do you need those abs for?

And so I digress.

And just mentally streaked on everyone instead.

And so I ask myself, what was I thinking?

Why the sudden need to be like everyone else on my newsfeed?

Superficiality in the future was when you let your friend’s going through the evolution process gets in your head. Yes, despite their denials, nosejobs were done. The nose speaks for itself; Everyone now has prettier hair; People still have the same faces but just have different backgrounds. They have an Instagram account just for that.  And everyone hits the gym.

Come to think of it, everyone could be in the brink of evolution while you are still left behind. I could be left behind. We can all shudder now.

Then again, the people that are actually really attractive are the ones that never really tried hard.

I remember having a drink with some foreign model and his girlfriend once. They were having an interfacial relationship as she was rather plain while he had hit the genetics jackpot.

For him, his squeeze is the prettiest girl in the room. I thought he just had way too much Tanduay but he went on to talking about getting pass what’s superficial and looking through what’s inside.

For a split sec I thought he was talking about his girl’s naked body but no, he was the real deal.

The guy was a saint, the epitome of beer goggles, and someone in this age of constant self-promotion should look up to.

We should be ashamed of ourselves now.

I am. So are you?

The future of superciality was when facebook started the newsfeeds and everyone just went along with it, riding its waves coz we all thought it’s cool.

It’s not. It’s actually irritating. Sa tingin mo, ano ang maiaambag ng minu-minutong picture ng mukha mo on Instagram sa mundo?

I am not gonna get abs. I am gonna get some extra rice and then some.  Prolly some extra sleep coz that’s hardcore.

Besides, I’ve already mentally streaked on everyone.