Money for nothing and my likes for free...

 I am the anti hero...  

I am the anti hero...  

Bombarded with this disease of disconnect from the loud world which is social media I decided to make a blog. I honestly don’t care if you follow it or not. It’s not for you unfortunately. It’s for me. I want to be able to share photos for myself. Weird concept right? I just got to the point where my intentions of posting photos were based upon an audience that doesn’t even know me. They think they do. But they don’t. I am not what you see via Instagram or Facebook. That shit is a lie. For a lot of people it is. I mean who wants to read about someone’s shit day. That’s not going to gain many likes. So trying to really connect my art and actual life again was a challenge for me on any of those platforms. Life is hard. Life can be shitty. Life is not always colorful. There isn’t always a sunset and not everyone is having the best day of their life,  Every. Fucking. Day. Does this reasonate with anyone? (Bueller? Bueller? Anyone? Anyone?) Well good news if it does cause that means your human and live on planet fucking earth! Let’s talk about “Likes.”I hate that word. Let’s just group that together next to the word “cool.” Like what the fuck is a like? A like is the 5 seconds of attention a mindless scroller has awarded you with saying “hey you stimulated a minimum amount of dopamine in my brain for me to lift my index finger and press an imaginary heart to give you some self validation for the day. But tomorrow you better try harder.” That’s absurd if you really step back and take a look at it. You don’t even have to be a photographer or artist to be affected by this. In fact! I dare say that your life my be even more depressing because you might be comparing someone’s outsides with your insides. Like “oh man why am I stuck In this cubicle and this photographer is out galavanting taking photos of zebras in Africa?!” or whatever! It doesn’t matter. The emotions are the same. It leads you back to depression. You feel less then. Nothing good comes of it. And it’s my belief that social media is turning into a disease like drugs and alcohol. It might not kill you but it will sure make you wish you were dead at times. Believe me Iv been there. I will be the first to come foward and admit I was and am addicted to social media. That rush of the likes and shares. Pathetic right? Yup I know. But the scientific explanation is that it effects the same receptors in your brain that cocaine hits when you push it up your face. If you havnt done coke just think (3 Red Bull’s and an orgasm at the same time while getting a head massage) fleeting...so you have to keep doing more. But that’s a whole other blog. So getting back to the whole point of starting this thing. Reason one for me is zero expectations from anyone. I won’t know who read this, If you liked it, Agreed with it, Hate me for it. You absolutely do not matter! Haha! Insane right. I’m sorry if that comes off as selfish and egotistical but in fact I’m trying to do the direct opposite with this blog. I’m Takeing time for some self care and squashing my ego. This is me without your opinion to sway my life in any direction based on false validation of it.  

 Best,  

James Katsipis