Seeing someone’s perfect Instagram photos is like being in a haunted house — you may know what you see is fake (or at least only part of the story) but you can’t help having a human response anyway.
Today, I have to pinch myself.
Look, I have an Instagram, I’m hip.
You delete your recent post after 30 minutes if you only get one like.
It’s natural to crave affirmation. But I think that we’re looking for it in all the wrong places. Likes, favorites, retweets, and views on a picture may satisfy the need for peer-approval, but, like a 3-second Snapchat, the feeling is transient.
A warm beverage. Cocoa, tea, apple cider, and, yes, pumpkin spice lattes.
Lets make moments WORTH documenting, not create moments FOR documenting.
Are they so wrong they’re right, or simply just wrong?
“I know this is so annoying, but will you take our picture and not royally screw it up? KTHX.”
Yes, I went there.