Authentic connection — the kind where you understand each other on a more meaningful and profound level — seems nearly impossible to form nowadays. Living in Los Angeles, I’m constantly bombarded with people wanting to take group shots for Instagram or Snapchatting any event we go to. To each their own, but don’t get upset if I’m not interested in acting like we’re having the time of our lives the second you point your phone at me.
This year taught me one thing, though: There’s hope. I’ve met phenomenal human beings that I can hold thought-provoking conversations with, that support me and I support them. And though I resent social media for the unwavering anxiety it brings me, it’s been a source for several fledgling friendships that I see great potential in.