I’m not sure I agree. I think we do it because we are miserable underneath the public mask we wear. Most of us get up every day and go to a job we hate to pay the bills for the house we’re not in, and then come home to eat and sleep and get up and do it all over again day after dreary day.
And we blame ourselves. We think we’re broken, somehow. Not good enough, or even just enough. We read self help but nothing changes. And when we’re mostly sick and tired, attention and admiration feeds something in us.
So we curate our lives. Because if someone else looks at that little curated bit and admires us, we feel a little better about ourselves. Like we’re not a complete write off as a human being.
And then we die alone. lol. Happy New Year, John. :)