For so long, I have justified my use of Instagram by saying things like “it keeps me up with the times” or “it helps me stay connected to people I care about” or “it eases the processing of painful feelings by giving me small dozes of distraction”.
Reality is that my relationship - my addiction - with the app keeps me away, far far away from the life that is in front of me; the life I am more likely to remember years down the line.
This past week, I have deeply mourned all the time I willingly gave to Instagram this year. Mindless scrolling has accumulated to hundreds of hours, and so few of them have actually helped me connect with anyone. My real connections have still happened in real life — that is what I remember from this year, not the posts / stories / updates that I mindlessly liked and swiped past.
I know permanently breaking up with Instagram means I will miss out on life updates and events from everyone’s lives. But I trust that what I need to hear - and really really know - will reach me. I am contactable on WA / telegram / messenger / email ([email protected]). If something makes you think of me, give me a shout. I will do the same for you :)
before this moment, i'd never imagined i'd witness the sunrise, distant rain, hills, snow covered mountains, a rainbow, multiple shades of green, bird melodies, and friendship - all in the same breath
AND have @cassciudad capture the beginning of this love affair; Colorado is flexing hard 🌈 (sound on!)
hereby marking the end of an era for myself with ync bangers: the one space in college that has given me continuous joy for the last four years along with gratitude for the dance form, banter about my ever so stooping fitness levels, admiration for the captains' hidden hard work, and infinite love for the yale nus community that has hyped us through and through 🍻
