So, I'm on instagram now.
Took me a couple of years, but I finally folded and gave in to peer pressure. It's a strange new world out there. In the vastness of picture-panic. What is that you ask? Here's my definition-
picture-panic
/ˈpɪktʃə-panɪk/ | noun |
The moment of panic that one experiences when a view/ moment in time/ frame/ scene or lighting is so picturesque that you simply must take your phone out to click a picture of it and share it with the world. Sometimes leads to anxious situations involving the frustration of not being able to properly frame the subject, or not being able to take the picture in time due to the subject being an ephemeral one, or not getting the number of likes for said picture as you had hoped.
The struggle is real.
But really, it's a challenge. Now you have to be instagram-worthy all the time. You can't rely on memories and keepsakes anymore. You have to take a picture of the moment in time to safely seal it in the ocean of forgetfulness. Now, there's no need to actually remember an incident or an event. You can comfortably forget the emotion attached to the said event because you have taken a picture of yourself experiencing it. And mind you, it has to be a happy picture. Nobody likes a grouch. Least of all on instagram. Instagram is a place of happiness. Where Nick Bateman can effortlessly look like Adonis incarnate in just his sweatpants while your heart breaks at how adorable he is with his puppy. Where objectification is celebrated. Nay, glorified. Ah. The simple carnal joys of being politically incorrect and socially inappropriate.
I don't really have an issue with the narcissism on instagram, really. Who else is going to love you, for all your flaws, your mistakes, your let downs, your disappointments, your hypocrisies and your moodiness?
Right. In. The. Self-esteem.
Meh. *zooms away*
Took me a couple of years, but I finally folded and gave in to peer pressure. It's a strange new world out there. In the vastness of picture-panic. What is that you ask? Here's my definition-
picture-panic
/ˈpɪktʃə-panɪk/ | noun |
The moment of panic that one experiences when a view/ moment in time/ frame/ scene or lighting is so picturesque that you simply must take your phone out to click a picture of it and share it with the world. Sometimes leads to anxious situations involving the frustration of not being able to properly frame the subject, or not being able to take the picture in time due to the subject being an ephemeral one, or not getting the number of likes for said picture as you had hoped.
The struggle is real.
But really, it's a challenge. Now you have to be instagram-worthy all the time. You can't rely on memories and keepsakes anymore. You have to take a picture of the moment in time to safely seal it in the ocean of forgetfulness. Now, there's no need to actually remember an incident or an event. You can comfortably forget the emotion attached to the said event because you have taken a picture of yourself experiencing it. And mind you, it has to be a happy picture. Nobody likes a grouch. Least of all on instagram. Instagram is a place of happiness. Where Nick Bateman can effortlessly look like Adonis incarnate in just his sweatpants while your heart breaks at how adorable he is with his puppy. Where objectification is celebrated. Nay, glorified. Ah. The simple carnal joys of being politically incorrect and socially inappropriate.
I don't really have an issue with the narcissism on instagram, really. Who else is going to love you, for all your flaws, your mistakes, your let downs, your disappointments, your hypocrisies and your moodiness?
Right. In. The. Self-esteem.
Meh. *zooms away*
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