Why is this already happening? The leaves falling I mean. It’s too soon.
And the blogger-girl inside me wants to photograph ALL OF IT. Everytime I look down and see my booties covered in leaves I have to use all my restraint not to Instagram it immediately #fall #leaves #omgbooties. Anyone else ever catch themselves trying to snap a photo of something really stupid and cliche and you suddenly think why am I doing this? Why? Because it’s trendy and maybe just maybe the people will like it.
The world of Instagram sometimes turns me into a person I’m not. I’m pretty secure with myself (I thought?) yet I find myself seeking validation (likes) from people I don’t know… Why? What’s wrong with me???
When I was back home a few weeks ago I was visiting my great grandma Grace (she’s 101 years old) and I wanted to show her a photo of Harlow so I pulled up Instagram. In doing so, she happened to see some of the photos on my feed.
“What is that? Did you eat that?” she asked as she saw a photo of someone’s oh so perfect breakfast parfait or fancy latte. I don’t remember exactly. And does it really matter? No, not really.
“Nope, that’s someone else’s photo.” I responded.
“So they just took a photo of their breakfast? Just because?” she asked.
“Uh yea, pretty much.” I said.
“And you like to look at it?”
I sheepishly nodded. Because it’s true. I do spend a large part of my day looking at…. well dumb photos on Instagram.
And then she looked at me with this expression on her face that still makes me laugh when I think about it. My grandma doesn’t swear, but at that moment her face said what the f*&$ is that all about?
And then I realized that trying to explain Instagram to my 101 year old grandma is pointless. Because there isn’t a point to it. She’s 101 years old for God’s sake, she’s seen some shit. And not through a filter on an iPhone screen. She’s never even been on the internet, but she’s doing okay. Life goes on even if you can’t see photos of bloggers feet in bed or dogs taking naps on the couch. cough cough Harlow.
So occasionally when I get caught up in the world of photo sharing and photo liking and life comparing, I can’t help but think of great grandma Grace and what she might think of it all. What would she say if I complained that one of my coffee photos didn’t get more than 50 likes or a tweet that I thought was super funny didn’t get a single RT?
I think of that look. That what the f*&$ is that all about look and I can’t help but laugh at the silly world we live in today. Fun, yes. But very very silly.
And on that note FOLLOW ME ON INSTAGRAM so you can see photos of Harlow wrapped in a blanket every single day. Because a dog under a blanket is just cute. I don’t care who you are, that’s instaworthy.