Jahan, one third of Krewella, announced today that she is leaving the social media world. What’s our opinion on the topic? We don’t care…but maybe you do! Social media is a big part of what made them famous, now they are at the top (or not too far from it) and she decides to turn her back on instagram and twitter. Oh well.
Here’s what she posted on her tumblr:
At the last boom of the encore, the house lights turn on. I’m scanning the crowd, full of half naked bodies and sweaty faces. I see hand-painted signs that say ‘KREWELLA GET ME WET’…’I DROVE 5 HOURS TO SEE YOU’…and my favorite is usually ‘IS YOUR PUSSY WET?’ 4,000 pairs of eyes stare back at me as mascara is running down my cheeks and wet strands of hair are glued to my face. I’m spewing some nonsense over the mic but I can’t hear myself because they are shouting so loud. I’m walking like I have a stick up my butt since my pants are so soaked. I jump over the fence and reach out to as many waving hands as possible and you guys pull me in with such force.
For those of you who followed me a year ago, you might have noticed I was responding to tweets daily and posting pictures of my experiences a few times a week. I was quite the social media hustler. Before I could barely open my eyes in the morning I would check my twitter to see if anything happened while I was sleeping. And then the cycle would continue every few hours after that, responding to fans and ‘checking to if anything happened.’
But that’s the worst way to start the morning. You basically set yourself for dicking around throughout the day. How could I possibly call myself a dedicated artist if my flow of thoughts and ideas are fragmented and intercepted by the urge to refresh my feed or prove what I did that day? And what was I checking for? Why do we all post thoughts, photos, and maintain our profiles online? Acceptance. It all boils down to the fundamental human need- acceptance and sense of belonging. Maybe we feel unworthy in reality…insecure in our relationship…alone even though we are surrounded by others…or bored and can’t focus on our craft. So, we construct an identity online that supplements the emptiness. With every retweet we feel validated; every unknown follower a friend. It’s reassurance that somebody thinks you’re attractive online or values your clever tweet enough to share it. Neurochemicals of happiness are triggered in the brain, and that makes us feel high…to the point where we want hits of it several times a day. And that’s what leads to the compulsive need to post and refresh.
In today’s society we have been coddled into thinking we are in control of our media consumption and that we are ‘active’ consumers just because we create our own profiles, go shopping online, respond to tweets, etc. But most of the time we are just lurking…browsing…stalking. That is not active. I think we have abandoned our wisdom..the wisdom to judge character and motives in people, and instead of following our gut and listening to our animal instincts, we are blinded by the portraits people paint of themselves online. We abandoned the wisdom to look away from the screen and genuinely listen to the person talking in the driver’s seat…or look out the window daydream…to patiently wait in line and think…how can we ever contemplate our passions if we are always trying to fill the empty space with a sense of feeling ‘busy’ by refreshing a twitter feed or comment stream? Why can’t we just enjoy the silence?
Here’s what the other girl from Krewella posted a few days before. Hint: More rant.