The Unspoken Trade of Modern Minds
I scroll through Facebook.
Reels pop up. A young woman in a beige headscarf. She looks modest at first glance — but the camera says otherwise.
The frame lingers on her lips, eyes, cheekbones. She tilts her head slightly, eyes lifted as if whispering,
“You’re imagining me right now, aren’t you?”
She’s covered in cloth, but her soul is bare.
This isn’t contradiction — this is marketing.
In today’s world, the body is the product, the posture is the packaging.
Swipe again — a man in a suit, standing outside a massive shopping mall, steel towers behind him.
He isn’t flexing his muscles — he’s flexing his wallet aura.
And the woman watching silently registers:
"He might be worth the investment."
The Morning Ritual: Notifications or Instincts?
The modern man wakes up and grabs his phone.
He checks who liked, who viewed, who messaged…
But beneath the surface, the real question bubbling in his mind is:
“Who can I fck today?”*
He won’t say it. But his scrolling knows.
The woman?
She checks stories too — but she’s scanning for presence, power, posture.
“Who has the energy to claim me?”
Not his quote, not his post, but the way he stands, the way he stares.
It’s not social media anymore.
It’s a silent pre-screening process.
And Then… the Literature Mask Arrives
Suddenly, the feed shifts.
Oscar Wilde quotes.
“Love is sacrifice.”
A Rumi verse about longing.
A bit of Nietzsche about desire.
All wedged between filtered lips and carefully angled selfies.
Come on.
Who are you trying to fool?
Honestly — it’s like I’m watching you live, right now.
You crave attention like it’s oxygen.
He craves validation like it’s food.
And both of you are playing a digital auction dressed in aesthetic sorrow.
But How Did We Get Here?
Once upon a time, love meant effort.
Now it means return on investment.
We wanted connection — but first asked, “What do you bring to the table?”
We used words like “alignment,” “vibes,” and “frequency” — but what we meant was,
“Will you fulfill my appetite without asking me to grow?”
We romanticized self-worth.
We weaponized standards.
We turned connection into transaction.
And most tragically:
What we called a relationship... was just a well-dressed negotiation.
💬 Drop a Comment — Let’s Get Real
What do you think?
Have relationships become this empty, this calculated?
Or is there still someone out there who believes love can exist beyond filters and follow-backs?
👇 Leave a comment below.
Write honestly. No pretending. No spiritual quotes. No healing emojis.
Just say what’s in your f*cking heart.
It might help someone realize:
“I’m not crazy. I’m just not fake.”
Wise Man... 👇
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