Chris hates Instagram. I mean hates it with the fire of a thousand dragons.
He puts up with it for me.
After my stroke I became really particular about having pictures; pictures of the day-to-day, the mundane, the yes I do need another one of me and the cats. Losing your memory and fighting to get it back will do that to a person. You don’t want to forget anything.
Instagram became a great tool.
Last year when we were in Big Sur, Chris scrolled through the general feed on my phone and made an interesting observation, ‘You know how outfits used to be the ‘it’ thing on here to try and show you were someone? This time next year, it’s going to be vacations. I bet it’s already starting now. They’re going to be in a silent war competing for who’s going on the most expensive/exclusive vacations. You watch, it’s coming.’
Then I think he said something like, this shit is sick. Or maybe that was me. Either way, he was right.
Instagram has taken the place of traditional blogs in the realm of one-upping.
What filter are you using?
Where did you get that ________?
OMG I wanna go there! You’re so lucky!
Love your little family. Wish I had your life!
How do you afford all this stuff? #lifegoals
Everything reeks of envy and bragging. It’s sad. It’s disturbing. It’s sucking the life out of me. I don’t know what’s worse: the people boastfully (humblebraggers are the worst) posting their excessive lifestyles or the ones getting sucked into it, wishing it was them.
I mean if that’s what you want to do and what floats your boat, so be it. But how can you enjoy your own life if you’re all caught up in what everyone else is doing? Where’s the gratitude? And that goes for the ones posting the pictures, too. When is enough enough and why the compulsion to share and share and overshare? Isn’t having the means enough? I guess not. Case in point for things don’t fill the void. And please, for the love, stop trying to act like you’re just like little ol’ us while you spend $10K/month on clothing like it’s a normal thing. You’re not fooling anyone, except maybe yourself.
Yesterday I went to grab a couple slices of pizza at a little place down the street. It was lunchtime so I sat in the window to watch people walk by. I saw a girl smash into a mailbox because she was too busy getting that palm tree picture to see where she was going. I watched a dad talk to his son who never heard a word because he was checking his feed. Then there was the amateur photoshoot with the biggest ass camera lens I’ve ever been privy to. All on the sidewalk in front of the pizza place in a span of 20 minutes.
I am going to try and minimize social media this summer. I want to live in the moment, truly be present, and not incite anyone to feel badly about their personal situations. If you see me on a vacation know that I scraped for it and am photo documenting for my own memories and to share with my friends, not to humblebrag.
Most importantly, let’s be happy with the things we can do. Find joy in them. Be responsible for ourselves, but not forget about how we’re impacting others. Practice a little humility. Don’t be a dick. I don’t care if it’s Pollyanna-ish, it would help clean the space up.
*Also, hope it goes without saying but just in case:I do not mean people living their regular lives and having fun on social media.