Tired of hearing the word YOU
Leave your mouth or fingertips
As you yell through a screen
YOU deserve this $4,000 retreat
YOU should invest in yourself
YOU should do this so you can feel that way
Stand up for this
And walk through life like that
Don’t know me
And I don’t know you
A couple hundred photos
With 30 words attached
And a 100,000+ followers
Doesn’t qualify you to tell me
Where or who I should be in this life
Because this is my journey
And I’m not interested in what advice YOU have for ME
I am interested in your story
Not your workshops
When you pretend to have the life experience
To help me through mine
Not your rants of injustice in this world
While you continue to do nothing
But talk about how the world should be
YOU can’t guilt me into buying
Your self-help bullshit
What happened to your powerful stories
Where I could take your experiences
And choose whether or not to relate them to mine?
Since when do you need to finish every story
With some pieces of empowerment
And give me the permission to feel the same way you do?
I never needed your permission
And I never will.
I’m not sure what happened. Why is it that I’ve lost so many of my favorite modern day writers to the life coach empowerment frenzy? What turned me onto these writers was hearing their story, their vulnerability and rawness. But somewhere a switch was flipped and now, instead of talking to me they are talking AT me. What is it about social media success that makes people feel entitled, let alone qualified, to guide other people through this life? What makes you think your life experience qualifies you to help me work through my trauma? It feels arrogant and somewhat patronizing.
When I hear someone on social media with these sweeping statements such as, “Sometimes I think WE judge ourselves for _____.”
No, WE don’t. YOU do. I know you don’t want to feel alone in how you’re feeling but please stop acting like I am on the same journey as you. Just tell me how you are feeling and let me choose for myself whether or not I can relate. The moment you start giving me unsolicited advice is the moment I stop listening. Sharing your story and talking about everything from the perspective of your own personal experience hits me harder and deeper than this bizarre effort to pull me onto your path.