The Real You Vs The E-You

Facebook ask us every day ‘What’s on your mind?’ And I genuinely think I’d be banned from the internet for inducing boredom on others if I answered truthfully.

Because 9 times out of 10, what’s really on my mind is, ‘I wonder when the new Sherlock starts? Or ‘Should we have a takeaway again tonight babe?’

See, contrary to what my Twitter timeline shows, the majority of my week nights are really spent on the sofa, with my feet up over my boyfriend whilst we both pretend to be watching the latest BBC Drama, at the same time, mindlessly scrolling through our phones in silence, In fact, I’d be willing to bet that other people in long term relationships spend a lot of their time like this too. (Please humour me by agreeing).

But if you were to e-meet me, you’d be flooded with images of glamorous nights out, fun day trips and mushy pictures of the pair of us. Anyone would genuinely think my life is fab non-stop, and that I don’t In fact spend an alarmingly large portion of it tampin at my lad for leaving his pants on the bathroom floor. But it’s not just our relationships that we project through rose filtered glasses, it seems that most of our social media profiles display a perfected version of ourselves.

You all know what I’m talking about. The e-you. The youthat’s uploaded to your social media accounts, who is essentially the person you are when you start dating. Always primped and preened to within an inch of your life, with a restaurant reservation every other night of the week and pre-calculated answers and quips for almost all conversion topics.

The real you has to live on Lidl pasta and potato smiley faces for the rest of the month cos you spent your wages on ASOS dresses you don’t need and only thinks of witty comebacks three weeks later when you’re replaying the conversation to yourself in the shower. So why is it that we’re so selective about what we post online? And why do we tend to embellish what we do post? I’m not talking Catfish standards here. I hardly think Nev’s going to come knocking on my door with an MTV crew because I airbrushed a spot out of my profile picture. But I think we could all agree that we do tend to elaborate slightly when it comes to online updates. But our friends, family and colleagues know the real us, so who is it that this online version is targeted at? The old school friends we haven’t spoken to in years? Our ex’s? His ex’s? Or is the answer D – none of the above.

Your social media site is exactly that, yours. It’s your portal, your virtual scrap book, so why wouldn’t you only include the best bits? I mean, you wouldn’t put an old Tesco receipt in a time capsule & that’s essentially what our social media sites are. My twitter and my blog in particular act as my digital diary which have developed with me as I grow up (debatable). And in 5 years’ time, when I’m sat on the sofa, pretending to watch Dr Who, with my legs sprawled over my boyfriend, I can look back through my scrapbook and remember all the fab times I’ve had. I’ll just have to remember to remind myself, that maybe I wasn’t actually browner or thinner back then. Maybe I was just really good at selecting filters.

(Note to self, I really must send Instagram a thank you e-card) Welsh Girl Problems

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