Good Essay On Self-Indulgence, Self-Importance And Everything “Self” Of A “Non-Mainstream” Teenager

Having spent all her morning trying to look as if she did not spent a minute on her look, Belle was sitting in a not-yet-popular coffee shop, which means its geotag was used by less than one quarter of her quietly trendy suburb. Belle was riddling her mind with a question how ignite those interest flames of those surrounding her. She wanted them to be passionate fans, she wanted to light “am'rous causes,” she wanted to be one of those “light Coquettes,” who have that mighty and provocative power over men, – as plenty of such girls do.
Unfortunately, in the media-times of the 21st century, it all revolves around social popularity, likes, and shares, but Belle knew it all. She was a warrior of Instagram, having her army of friends and friends of friends; she was a Twitter-activist, supported by means of mutual follow; she was a star of Snapchat, occasionally of accidentally awarded by precious likes. All in all, she was so immersed in self-admiring that she was seeing it in the eye of every passer-by, as if he or she was a mirror of her own feeling. Nonetheless, right now Belle was having a trouble of the day, a battle of the week and a climax of her coffee-break (still in that “not-popular-spot”).
She gathered all her self-control. She breathed in deeply. Coffee looked perfect; the lightning was soft and warm. Few people were around, giving her opportunity to practice and reach the desired perfection. Sweat was almost coming out of her palms when she turned the phone. Yes, it is here! The perfect selfie. The one and only (out of half a hundred of others, taken the same day). Now the process of waiting a like from Him (and all the others) begins.