Lately I have been trying to breathe life into my forsaken social accounts, starting with the dreadful Instagram. If you are like me, a person who doesn’t photograph their strawberry and oatmeal breakfast and if you skip a day without showering, Instagram can be a drag.
Like every fellow blogger, I tried taking snaps of my day to day life and like every person obsessed with their dog, my Instagram is filled with blurred photos of stupid things my dog does. Not surprisingly my Instagram is not very popular. At first I was kind of sad my content was not considered worthy and I kept wondering how I can make it better. I thought about being a cookie-cutter blogger and posting only photos when it looked like I have my life together, but we all know my life is as put together as a pile of socks, so that didn’t turn out very well.
I decided I should read about the topic and after I spent a questionably long time reading through articles on how to become rich and famous on Instagram, I couldn’t help but feel like I was in a Black Mirror episode.
If you’ve never heard of it, Black Mirror is a series of short movies, unrelated to one another, which depict the future as over-consumed by technology which is making our lives miserable and empty in the long run. It shows a dystopia where people are obsessed with internet, and one episode really manages to stand out and represent Instagram as the source of all evil.
Now, you might think this is going over the top, but more and more I come across people who are feeling left out and unhappy, because they can never reach the likes they think they deserve, they feel left out.
I know this, because I felt it too. Even a cynical bastard like me has feelings and when you put a lot of effort into something, which is just ignored by the whole world, you feel like an outsider, you feel not good enough. I’ve tackled this topic with Lookbook’s website few years ago, and I feel the same is happening with Instagram now, it is filled with perfect lives, perfect faces, perfect relationships, perfect perfection. And then there’s me, the person who’s phone makes potato photos.
Even if your content is worthy you still have to be a social fuck and like, comment, follow, put an ungodly amount of hashtags so people can find you easier, it’s all constructed in a way which makes Instagram grow and devour. It’s algorithm is magical when it comes to making the app more popular, but it’s broken when it comes to normal, everyday lives of people. I feel like there’s got to be a way in which Instagram can be more centered and focused around people who don’t have perfect skin, who don’t travel to Dubai, who eat cereal straight from the box, where the hell are those guys? I want to connect with other couch potatoes, but how can I, if I don’t even know they exist?
It’s an ongoing battle with Instagram, one I most probably will never win. I’m thinking of starting a new trend there – People with generic lives. I can be their leader!
What do you guys think of this app?
What do you guys think of this app?
This is probably one of my favorite outfits lately, since I am a sucker for fluffy sweaters! I snatched this orange mouthful of joy from a second hand shop and decided to style it down with basic black jeans and velvet pumps.
I am still learning on how to incorporate more basic pieces into my style and I think I’m getting pretty good at it *pats herself on the back*
I also really like how the boobs are outlined with this sweater, it almost seems like I have them which is a nice break from my flat routine. Do you guys likey?
Orange Fluffy Sweater and Leather Back pack – Second hand, Velvet Pumps – Reserved, Black jeans with zippers – Zara (old collection).
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