Insta-fucking-gram
You know it. You’ve seen it. You’re probably on it. That damn soul sucking, clout-chasing, cess-pooled app. Insta “God-I-hate-my-life” gram. For a person with anxiety and depression, instagram is TORTURE. It will take you down a dark, dark spiral. And yes, of course I’ve been down that spiral. But am I still on it? You damn right I am. Why, you ask? Because it also takes away that numbness that we feel in our daily life. From a neutral side, instagram is the great escape and the worse escape. It allows me to dive into a world that I can dream about. A world where I have millions of followers, over 2,000 likes, 100 comments, etc, etc. It’s a world where I can see what it feels like to be on top. But it also is a messy place to get caught up in your dream - the startling realization that you don’t have a body like @alexisren or you aren’t as creative as @mylifeaseva.
There’s so much pressure nowadays to show how fabulous your life is on Instagram. It’s exhausting to keep up this charade for just some likes. Selena Gomez said it best – Instagram is toxic. But we’re all so addicted to it. And yes, I’m sure you’ve heard that same phrase that all youtubers, vloggers, even actors say: “just because their life may seem perfect online doesn't mean it is”. For the record that may be true in regards to the girl I went to high school with who posts are literally always some shot of her on the beach, near a beach, or next to the beach. But for us nobodies who follow celebrities like Zendaya or Priyanka Chopra Jonas, I highly doubt their life is as miserable as mine is. I seriously doubt it.But we’re all supposed to just accept it, right? Well bullshit. Priyanka’s life may not be perfect but she’s not struggling to wake up every morning. And Zendaya may have a bad day once in a while but she probably isn’t worrying constantly about her job. These celebrities, big or not big, A-list or D-list, don’t have the same concerns as we do. They may be similar but they’re not the same.
Bye for now….
