This past week I had an experience I can only describe as strange. On a whim I decided it was time for my “Snap hoe” era. Which I decided was going to start by adding random guys from my Snapchat quick-add. Why? You might ask. Well I was bored and thought that could be fun.
A Snapchat rando named Eli adds me back. We exchange hi’s and how are you’s (obviously abbreviated to “hru”) before I ask the most awkward, in my opinion, question you can ask someone, “what do you look like?” or “wyll.” He sends three images doing that obnoxious “mogging” face, as my friends call it, and I’m suddenly scared. He’s sort of hot. I’m scrambling through my camera roll desperately trying to find an image of myself that doesn’t look like I just crawled out from under a bridge, when I come across a few selfies that I deem acceptable and dare I say, cute. Sent.
Mind you I’m giving a play by play of this whole situation to my two friends because I am an anxiety ridden freak who cannot function properly let alone snap some random guy from god knows where. I go back on snap after texting them and he’s no longer there.
I was blocked.
Naturally I spiral out of control.
Am I just so terribly ugly that Eli from Snapchat was so disgusted he blocked me out of fear I was some other-worldly freakoid? Who knows. But it–in the lowest of the low keys–hurt my feelings. And made me realize just how shallow our generation has become.
Not only are relationships starting over the phone, but they are starting with sad abbreviations and exchanged pictures. Imagine telling your kids one day that mommy and daddy met over Snapchat. How romantic. I am in no way trying to shame those who found their “one” on Snapchat, but it is such a sign of the direction in which our world, more specifically our generation, is going.
It puts an emphasis on a person’s appearance rather than who they are. It completely removes the personal connection of meeting someone and exchanges it for a cheap sharing of ages, photos, and then the subsequent blocking or talking stage.
Reducing a person to “hot” or “ugly” is so completely reductive of who they are; I despise it. I truly don’t believe anyone is ugly (unless, of course, they are an asshole, then it’s free game). I mean beauty is in the eye of the beholder right? So maybe I shouldn’t be so caught up on this random guy blocking me right after seeing my face. But for the time being I’m remaining offended.
I’m not sure if meeting people in real life is even an option anymore, but to anyone with a goal for a real connection with a person, go out and talk to people who seem cool. And don’t ask them for their Snap, ask them for their number.
It’s safe to say my “Snap hoe” era started and ended on that fateful night, never to reemerge again.
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