Homage Project: “Pics or Something Happened”
“Pics or it didn’t happen” usually refers to the response given to unverifiable acts that are brag-worthy or extraordinary. In the local context, youths usually use the phrase “no pic no talk/chat”, but both phrases meant the same. With the advent of digital technology and social media, the phrase “pics or it didn’t happen” manifests itself even more so deeply in our lives. The proof for our act is just one snap away with our camera phones, or sometimes photos could be digitally manipulated to provide a false proof of committing the act.
Citing the same question of “are memories real if they are not shared?” from the previous Homage post, the phrase entails a similar idea of having a picture as a proof for the act that is to be shared to others to claim that it actually happened. The once fleeting nature of memories is now added with an element of permanence, in a sense that the picture as a proof being shared around is being eternally stored not only in the digital highway, but also in the minds of those who have seen it. In other words, memories can be stored, whether subconsciously or not, when someone else sees a digital copy of your “memory”.
This reminds me of the Pensieve in the Harry Potter series. The Pensieve is a magical instrument that is used to view memories stored in vials. Memories can be duplicated and extracted in the form of a silver thread from the minds of humans and reviewed later on, not just by yourself, but by the others too.
I could relate this idea to the use of social media, specifically Instagram, where photos uploaded are seen less of a memory for some, and more of a fame-gaining medium en-route to being popular on a virtual world where 99% of the people know about you but you know nothing about them.
I actually did a little social experiment on myself a few days before the forum discussion by deactivating my Instagram account to see the effects on my own life and also on the others.
A little background on my life in relation to Instagram: I used to be quite obsessed with Instagram back when I first started my account at 19. I had no idea how to edit photos using the existing filters on Instagram. I gradually began picking up the skills of shooting pictures in a square frame and downloaded other more useful photo-editing apps to edit my photos better. Instagram slowly and unknowingly sunk its deep-set roots into my life. Then, whenever I take pictures from my phone, I would take pictures both in the standard ratio and in square mode. Sometimes when someone volunteers to take group photos of my friends and I, I would request for a few taken in square frame. My life, has thus been framed within that square border.
Instagram back then, was a means for me to selectively store visual memories that frames my life as a fun/beautiful/active journey. Every picture was carefully chosen and edited to not only because I would like it to present the best of me, but more importantly to cater to the general tastes of my followers so that it would be able to garner more likes and gain followers. The way I take pictures and store memories has thus been inadvertently altered by my obsession with Instagram. It would be too serious to conclude that Instagram started to determine the way I lived, but I do not deny the fact that it has adversely impacted how I view pictures/photographs and its significance.
I gradually became less obsessed with Instagram with the neverending work that tertiary education entails, but I would still use Instagram more than 10 times a day on average just to check on updates in my “following’s” lives and watch random Stories posted by them. As the frequency of my photo uploads dropped, I noticed that the number of followers decreased as well. It is kind of interesting to see that people whom I do not know start to get bored of my life because I did not update about my life on Instagram.
So I decided to deactivate my account one night and I didn’t expect to see someone asking me about it the first thing when I woke up. Here are some of the more interesting texts that I’ve received from my close friends:
One of my few friends whom I went travelling with.
A friend who likes to joke about anything in the world.
A genuinely concerned friend who is bored doing nothing everyday. Just to clarify, the term “dying” is often used among my friends to express our exhaustion and deprivation as a result of the heavy workload, not to be understood literally.
One of my closest friend who understands me a lot and gives the most unorthodox advice.
There are two similarities across the people who texted to ask about my Instagram: 1) I have interacted with them long enough to be considered as close friends 2) they associated the deactivation of Instagram account to my overall well-being. The first point is pretty self-explanatory because I suppose no one would bother to ask an acquaintance if he has deactivated his account and it would be awkward to do so. The second point presents an interesting view on how people, specifically my close friends, thought that something bad has happened to me and thus the deactivation of my account. Several words and phrases with negative connotations appeared in the texts, such as “distraction”, “stress”, “escaping from present”, “serious”, “are you okay?”. I pondered upon these words and phrases and the possible reasons for them to think so.
I came up with a few probable reasons that are related to how we view photos on Instagram as “someone’s life” and the degree in which social media has become so deeply rooted in our lives.
1. We selectively upload memories, usually in our best selves, to showcase the positive side of our lives. Imagine us being the moon and the viewers being the earth – they could always only see one side of us. The other side of us that is not exhibited publicly is deemed as mysterious and it is by choice. When the account disappears, so does our positive side, in some way or another, as seen from the perspective of other users. They begin to question the basis of our happiness and overall well-being and naturally associated the updates on Instagram to our lives. For someone to deactivate his account, I guess to many people, it means sh*t really happened.
2. Deactivation of account means taking a break off a tremendous amount of distraction and giving your brain a rest from overloading with useless information. Deactivation simply alludes to the act of going into reclusion. This probably means every time you are browsing through Instagram, you’re subconsciously being obliged to learn about the lives of people whom you follow. And this might potentially lead to people giving quick judgements just by looking at the pictures. Sometimes it could be quite tiring having to keep up with the latest trends and updates of people’s lives, even though most of them are not of concern to you.
3. Deactivation of account also means part of you has gone missing, the part of you that your friends has been so used to looking at is no longer there. The selective memories that you have chosen to show has already been embedded in their memories as well. Without the account, it probably seems to them that part of you is no longer there, thus the influx of texts expressing their concerns.
So I asked myself, while memory storage of our lives in camera devices exudes some sense of permanence, what does selective storing of our memories and updates in life on social media alludes to? Similar to the usual storage in devices, sharing of memories on social media creates permanence, but the sense of privacy as we share our memories on new media immediately diminishes the moment online users view the photos. The memories shared online therefore are inadvertently imprinted as part of the others’ memories.
“Pics or it didn't happen” resonates so much in our lives on social media now. However, the little social experiment that was done made me realise that social media has its roots so deeply set in our lives that it bothers people when your “life” isn't there for them to follow. It seems to me that “pics or something happened” probably resonates better in this context. It is kind of chilling how social media has come to extend its effect not just on exhibiting the existence of our lives in the vast virtual world, but also the non-existence of us there. What was not seen or noticed from before becomes apparent; what was previously considered as private and genuine now becomes public and superficial; the non-existence that was not felt back then, becomes obvious now.
Social media therefore presents itself as some sort of duality whereby the existing and non-existing (or once-existed) create a synergistic relationship. For example, I would be given a judgemental look from others if I told people of similar age group that “I don’t have Instagram (or Facebook) because I don’t see the need to.” They would immediately feel a distance between us because there is one outlet less for them to get to know more about me, or worse, they might think that I am weird because I am an outlier of the trend and do not possess what they expect the others to have. In other words, one’s presence on social media highlights the non-presence of the other in the same platform, thereby accentuating its effects, which in this case, is associated with the character and overall well-being of the person.