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nothing is what is seems

i met an old friend the other day.. and she said, "you know what? you're one of the luckiest woman i know. you're not working yet you live a comfortable life. drop the kids to school then go breakfast with your friends. have a loving husband and family, smart kids. really, you seem so happy with your life."

i was like, 
WHAT

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here's the thing about social media. while its intention to connect people all around the world, for example: instagram makes everyone "closer". we would know for instant who's getting married, who's having a baby, etc without having an exact conversation with the person.. just a scroll through instagram and you think you know their lives. but the truth is, you don't. 
we tend to show what the world wants to see... a happy moment, a cute moment with our kids, a birthday celebration, and so on. i mean, it's only a brief aspect of our lives. and people often misinterpret it, compare it with their lives, and feel miserable about their "already perfect" life. 

i told my friend, i never go brunch hopping after school droptime. usually i'll go home to work and, or run errands. really, i don't have social life outside school. i keep my inner circle very small, and i like it that way. i stay away from toxic people, toxic friendship, and stay true to myself. i know a bunch of so called "friends" who gather around just for: 90% take a picture, 5% eating, and 5% chatting. that's so common nowadays. doin it all for the gram.
i don't want to trap in those kind of friendship. 

it's funny how i have to convince my friend to believe in my story. cos she said that my instagram tell the otherwise. lol. my life is not all cupcakes and rainbows. in fact, it is a constant struggle.. between my work, family, and myself as a mom. trust me, my brain never stop working.

so don't fall on a slippery slope called social media.. it is fun while it last, just take it with a grain of salt. 

because
nothing's ever what it seems. 

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