I guess the third time is the charm because it has taken two other previous thoughts to finally commit to what I did today. The first time was when the whole gross baby role-play ordeal and I felt guilty, gross, and guilty-gross. The second time was when I felt a little betrayed by my chosen close-kit
community accounts. This last and final time was just a whim and I finally did it. I deleted my Instagram account. No, any and all alcohol occurred after said hastiness. I am now only down to one obsessive form of social media, my twitter (for now), because I also despise Facebook.
I just did it and I’m completely okay with it. Ironic as it sounds, I did not feel connected even though I was on it all the time. I fell into the cycle as a narcissistic Instagram parent and crashed from the 15 seconds of shoutout fame and then I was done. I did not feel that same sense of community I did when Instagram was new, fresh and I truly got to “know” people. I felt bad for going public again after justifying it as a display for all the window shoppers. Ya know, the users who do not follow you but like basically all your pictures. All for a bit of ego and smugness on fucking INSTAGRAM? Please. I ain’t shit.
I miss the dearly departed ones so much. You know who you are. I hope you stay connected with me regardless of online platform. No, I did not delete anybody; I just deleted my account.
I have had a vodka tonic and 1/4 of a lukewarm pale ale. God help us all.
**Update** By publish time, I went back for that ale and drank 1/4 more.
I love you, man.