I know I'm not preaching to the Choir here, since the choir does not read my blog. Still, I must say what's on my mind and reap the rewards of getting it off my chest, at the same time cramming a couple of cliches into one sentence. What I want to say is this: Stop taking pictures of your life that you then post online, and just plain live it!
What's got me on this was a phrase in a food column wherein the author mentioned that "with the proper staging" it "takes just minutes to prepare an Instagram-worthy meal." OMG -- have we really devolved into a society that plans meals based on what looks good?
This obsession with documenting our lives for others to see is sick, sick, sick! That's just my opinion but it's right anyway. Like those tourists you read about every so often who die falling backwards into the Grand Canyon or some other scenic hole while snapping a great vacation shot for Facebook, acting crazy is no longer reserved for the mentally ill. The worst part is that everyone is posting the same pictures. After all, how different does the sun setting over the ocean on a beach in Mexico look from one setting over the ocean on a beach in New Jersey, or Hawaii or Florida? Not much. Which means that posting those photos is nutty.
Therefore, in the interest of stopping the madness I will from this point on only post pictures that are singular to me. The one above features the remains of my breakfast, which even when it started out was not all that Instagram-worthy but instead quite nutritious. (FYI, those things that look like bugs are burnt sesame seeds that fell off a slice of whole grain toast. And I eventually ate those last two blueberries.)
What's got me on this was a phrase in a food column wherein the author mentioned that "with the proper staging" it "takes just minutes to prepare an Instagram-worthy meal." OMG -- have we really devolved into a society that plans meals based on what looks good?
This obsession with documenting our lives for others to see is sick, sick, sick! That's just my opinion but it's right anyway. Like those tourists you read about every so often who die falling backwards into the Grand Canyon or some other scenic hole while snapping a great vacation shot for Facebook, acting crazy is no longer reserved for the mentally ill. The worst part is that everyone is posting the same pictures. After all, how different does the sun setting over the ocean on a beach in Mexico look from one setting over the ocean on a beach in New Jersey, or Hawaii or Florida? Not much. Which means that posting those photos is nutty.
Therefore, in the interest of stopping the madness I will from this point on only post pictures that are singular to me. The one above features the remains of my breakfast, which even when it started out was not all that Instagram-worthy but instead quite nutritious. (FYI, those things that look like bugs are burnt sesame seeds that fell off a slice of whole grain toast. And I eventually ate those last two blueberries.)
