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Random Thoughts #15

I made #14 private because I was not thinking straight last week and everything I posted was a little too personal. I will leave the others up just in case they’re ever helpful to anybody but that one. Nope. I read through the previous Random Thoughts posts and I think they’re a nice chronological account and archive of my ongoing weirdness, lol! 
Anyway, today’s thought:

Genuine amusement! There’s a first time for everything.

My Instagram obsession (well, I don’t consider it an obsession but whatever, we’ll just go with that. Or what else can I call them? Bob? Let’s got with Bob) posted something to day that made me laugh IRL. 

Occasionally I check Bob’s posts. It was just whenever I had time but then his dog died and seriously his dog was the best part of everything. I was genuinely sad for him so now I watch his stories more? I don’t know how that works. I think I’m just bored now that I don’t have TV shows to watch. 

Unfortunately, he’s still a frequent provider of secondhand embarrassment but I find it interesting really. He’s more or less the most active person on my Instagram. I still follow less than 40 people, lol. 

My poor friend is always telling me that Bob isn’t that interesting and I’m just like… but he’s pretty? I’m that shallow. And I’m so bored that anything will do right now. I need to follow more blogs on here. I’m gonna go find a bunch of writing blogs right now. And work on honing my craft and not mocking Bob with my long suffering friend. 

By work I mean I’m probably going to keep watching them. 

I need an intervention. 

ETA: I think I just got one. Bob has irritated me immensely. It was so bad that I’m now flicking through ‘instagram is for attention seekers’ posts to kick-start the cool down period. 

We had a good run, Bob, but you’re not that pretty. 

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Random Thoughts #13


You know what, I don’t need any peach inspired nightmares tonight

I uttered this upon preparing to watch a story by my favourite narcissist person on Instagram. I may not have learned my lesson, but I’d like a nightmare free weekend!

Also, I need to chill on Instagram. I’m not on it 24/7 by any means, but there’s still something about it that makes me feel uncomfortable. Almost like I’m a hipster with hipster amnesia who’s forgotten that Instagram is beneath me (obv that’s an analogy ’cause hipsters embraced Instagram years before the rest of us. Duh!).

That being said I’m going to have to wean myself off it slowly. Cold turkey never works for me. Le sigh. 

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Random Thoughts #12

First of all, I updated the WordPress app and the image multi picker is gone. RUDE. I had only just figured out how to use it properly.

Secondly, this is another installment of ‘Snark Navigates Her Way Through Social Media’ because I had five days off work and had time to waste.

Twitter is still cool for me. There are some strange things like stupid ads but for the most part, I can use it without wanting to bash my head against the wall.

Back to Instagram and I watched a live video a few days ago. It was by this writer who was sharing her tips and taking questions. The thing is that, I have no idea who she is. She seems like a pleasant person but I can barely make it through a conversation with family members, let alone a one sided live-stream. I still don’t get it. It’s like being forced to watch one of those YouTube videos in real time. Some people need some polishing and a lot of editing. Continue reading “Random Thoughts #12”

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Random Thoughts #9

What kind of sorcery is this?

I was on Instagram earlier. I followed a few accounts that I probably will never look at and replied an outstanding comment. And then I clicked off because 

  1. I have better things to do
  2. I don’t really like Instagram
  3. Social media and me are like two friends that haven’t spoken in five years. I tweet but Twitter is the least social media-ish social media these days, clearly. 

    Anyway, I got an alert after to say that someone was on live video and to check it before…I don’t know before what, because the message was cut off. So I clicked on it, thinking that I’d just see the option to go live or whatever. I don’t even know the right nomenclature. Anyway, it took me into the video and I watched it on mute for three seconds, saw the comments,spotted my name as having joined the conversation or video, whatever, panicked and then I clicked out. LOL. It was so hilarious to me. 

    I was just wondering if anyone could see me but I don’t think it works that way. Either way, I had cheese flavoured crumbs all over my face and I wasn’t taking chances. I clicked out like I was in the ring with Mike Tyson and he was coming for my ear. Fast and emphatically.

    Part of it was confusion and part of it was that I doubt that this dude has anything exciting to say (exciting to me), I mean, I follow him but I don’t particularly want to hear whatever random shit is on his mind. If I did, I’d click on his stories and I don’t, so. Anyway. That was an interesting experience. Relearning how to use social media is a struggle that I’m too lazy for tbh but in the meantime, welcome to my journey. 

    It will probably be a short one. 

    A to Z Challenge 2017

    overthinking – #AtoZChallengeĀ 

    I was going to write about how I over think everything but, well. Instead I wrote an example!

    I think I’m too jaded for Instagram.

    Well…That didn’t last long. I’ve had it for a day and I’m done with it.

    So, to recap, I signed into my account for the first time in years recently (initially I wanted to delete it but I settled on deleting everything that identified me and then I deleted more). 

    After taking the painful decision to unfollow Nick Carter (he was the only celebrity I was following which amused me to no end), I unfollowed some of the people who have deleted all of their pictures (or never posted?).

    Next, I was directed into following people. Okay, I said, let’s see who’s coming up. Fair enough, it was people that I know. I followed a couple. And then I decided to just follow the one profile I look at via web because if I have the app (which I can’t delete from my damn phone), I might as well. 

    What I saw when I went to search for it was horrifying. Jared Padalecki. Jensen Ackles. Nick Carter! (I wasn’t guilted into following him again, ha!) Even more celebrity bullshit. I’m guessing that I follow people who follow them and that’s why it happened to come up like that but given that I avoid these things like a plague, I swore to myself that I’d never end up on that dark road again. Never. Never ever. 

    After that, I was wondering what to post on there. Unlike most people, I accept that my life is boring and I don’t take pictures of every waking moment. If I did, it would just be a catalogue of bad hair days and trust me, nobody needs or wants to see that. I’m also too lazy to be worrying about angle or whatever stupid facial expression looks the least stupid (shout out to the duck lips selfies). In the end, I decided that I would abstain from posting anything. I did post one picture and thankfully, that was enough to chase away the random dude with three pictures that followed my dusty account.This guy had even less pictures than I did. I don’t know where he even came from but it was weird. 

    Following that I then discovered that the bar at the top was the Stories feature… I’ve been hearing about it but seriously, isn’t Snapchat enough? I don’t need to see or hear anyone that much, I take my antisocial behaviour very seriously (which begs the question of why I’m even on Instagram…). 

    I eventually ventured into my following tab and… I was hit by a question. What’s the point? Not sure what I meant, but let’s go with what’s the point of my presence? Weve already established the fact that I am boring, too lazy to post anything, never using the search function again, only really on it to look at one profile (and I might need an intervention for that), not interested in the stories feature, not really interested in any of it. I mean, yeah, friends and all that, but I’d rather text them tbh.

    Anyway, I was trying to figure out the point before I realised that it’s because it’s apparently the norm to be on these things. Someone at work asked me if I had Instagram and I replied with, ‘yeah, but I don’t use it’, and then other people ask you as well and I’m just like, ‘even if I did, it would be so boring that you’d wish you never asked’. 

    I went through the same thing with Snapchat weeks ago before I abandoned that. Some people live on Snapchat, man. In the end, I got bored of it. I still lurk occasionally, but my days of snapping are over. All I did was post awkward selfies and I wasn’t joking about the bad hair days. No one needs to see that shit.

    Second point, I don’t want to be that person that falls off the grid (although, let’s face it, I am beyond that point). I feel like every time I talk to someone the first thing said is, ‘it’s been awhile!’ and I go from ‘has it?’ to ‘shit, I haven’t spoken to this person in years‘. However, I think sometimes in life that’s just the way it is. I’m the kind of person that takes two months to reply to an email. I blame other people for making me this way, LOL. 

    So, I will be banishing to Instagram to lurkdom, the same way all social media sites seem to end up for me. 

    Interestingly enough, clarity came from Yahoo! Answers. The answer said, ‘some people like it, some don’t’. I’m part of the latter and that’s okay. 

    Honestly, I’m good with flicking through WordPress and the occasional tweet. I’m writing this post so that the next time I jump back into Instagram, I can come here and see that anything that generates this much over thinking is best to be avoided, lol. 

    To conclude, I have issues. I’m working on it. Lol!


    I’m not weird

    Screw that, I’m weird and I own it. 

    Today was my first day off since February and it was disrupted. Every time it’s something, but whatever, at least I got a three day weekend. I’m hoping to have five days off towards the end of the month but if it wasn’t for my hair (I need a month to sort this mane out, let alone five days), I’d cancel them. I’d rather work for my money than sit at home and feel like I can’t relax. I haven’t had the mental peace that I need.

    I need my mental peace badly. There’s only so much that coffee can do. 

    I did do some journalling but the good that did rubbed off after a while. 

    Anyway, I signed into Instagram for the first time in four years. Crazy. I spent most of my time deleting pictures. Mostly anything stupid and the one with my real name on it, as well as the one picture of myself. I wanted to delete everything but I figured I’d just leave it. It’s a nice mixture of random and liberal use of filters and I’m only on there to follow one person really (and when I’m over that, my ass is hopping off the ‘gram).

    I am really resistant about using social media sites that actively encourage me to want to broadcast every single aspect of my life just because I feel like I need to, you know? If I think other people’s posts are fucking asinine (so so many, man, can you guys just buy a diary or scrapbook?) then mine are probably ten times worse. I’d rather buy a diary. Or a scrapbook. 

    Just looking at Instagram made me feel very weird and uncomfortable. Click on the wrong place and you end up on all the celebrity posts and… Fuck that noise. My life is hard enough without having to wonder what editing software Selena Gomez is using to make herself look good. Not that I’d ever follow Selena Gomez. That is just an example. I have no idea what she does apart from sing songs that I thankfully do not hear. I’m sure she’s great. 

    Anyway, yeah, everyone’s lives look so perfect on there. She’s posing in front of an amazing looking tree and he’s artfully posing in front of a panda or whatever. They’re all gathered together with Stepford smiles. Good for them but I don’t care enough to keep up with some kind of magazine special of people’s lives. 

    Twitter is as stupid as ever, same vapidness and general narcissism but at least there’s some worldly conversation if you look in the right places. 

    Snapchat. Ugh. 

    I don’t even bother with Facebook these days. The energy it requires is too much. I’ve used it so sporadically since 2012 that my On This Day is often blank, lol. 

    There’s no way any of this shit is good for anyone but Silicon Valley billionaires. 

    Ah, well. 

    That was my day. I hope everyone had a better day. šŸ™‚


    Social Media Could Be What’s Making You Feel Lonely

    It’s the weekend! Anyway, I read this article on Lifehacker and it rang true for me. Social media was designed to connect all of us but at times, it seems like it does the opposite. 
    Sometimes I would go on it and wonder why I wasn’t doing the same things and why everyone seems to have a better life. It made me feel so fucking boring because I had nothing to say that I was doing. And then it became about doing things just so I could post about it. Even then, I wasn’t getting any notice. No one cared. Dramatics aside, social media just wasn’t good for my mental health. It would leave me tired and annoyed. I found myself angered by strangers, I wanted everyone to shut the fuck up. 

    Towards the end (as in the end of regular usage), I would only read my own posts. So on Twitter, I’d stay on my profile or mentions and on Facebook, I’d remain on my profile. Luckily, Instagram took off after I joined and left it, so I had less to walk away from. 

    It’s funny because I now have even less interaction with people but it doesn’t bother me anymore. Now I’m just free to live life without comparing myself to millions of other people. 

    That’s one less insecurity to worry about.