[dropcap]S[/dropcap]ometimes (most of the time) I really don’t understand instagram. I don’t understand it at all. I don’t understand how some can be so successful, and others not so much, for pretty much zero reason. I don’t understand where I’m supposed to find content over and over again. I don’t understand how two instagrams, doing the same thing and posting the same photos, can be so drastically different.
I first signed up for instagram in the summer between AS and A2 (so, like, 2012?) which was pretty late. For most of school I didn’t really see the point. My friends posted the same photos on their instas as they posted on facebook, and I was yet to discover all the insta-famous aesthetic types. I just didn’t see the point of it. Just post it once? And what’s with all the hashtags? I think in my final year of school I posted one photo.
I’m still pretty new to the whole instagram thing. I’ve only started taking it seriously this year, and only really thought about what I was posting in the last year. Paris was pretty motivational on the instagram front. It gave me a pretty good foundation of insta-worthy photos.
I don’t really like instagram.
You’re gonna roll your eyes and say ‘uh but Imii yours is so good you’re nominated for an award for it get a grip’ but there’s a difference between liking something and being conventionally good at it. I don’t mind insta when I’m away and everything is fun and exciting to post, and I don’t mind instagram when I’m on a bit of a roll, but catch me on a regular day and there’s a 99% chance I’ll say ‘ugh yeah instagram is the worst.’
Instagram takes over your life. I’m not a fashion blogger, or a blogger that takes loads of fire selfies. I don’t have the self confidence at the moment. I don’t have a lot of instagram fodder just floating around my daily life.
When I’m at home, in the middle of my field, there is literally nothing to photograph but things that I own. This works perfectly for other insta-stars but isn’t really my scene.
When I’m in London everything is so reliant on what the weather is like, where we’re going, how much money I have, etc etc. I can spend a week in London and never go further than the next tube stop and not see sunshine at all. Rain doesn’t to work well with light and airy insta themes.
For the last few weeks, I’ve really felt the pressure. I’m not sure what’s changed for me, but instagram is really stressing me out.
I don’t like what I have going on theme wise. I’m feeling a bit off with my colours and styles and subjects and literally everything. I delete at least a photo a day because it just isn’t right. I’m starting to dream about it. What is actually wrong with me?!
I spent the Saturday before my birthday completely instagram free. I didn’t take a single square photo, nor post one. I didn’t even think about it.
Y’know what? It was a happy day. Sure it was happy mainly down to some birthday related factors, but actually it was quite a nice feeling later on when I realised I hadn’t posted anything all day.
I’m running low on instagram inspiration. I’m running low on the actual desire to take and post photos. I don’t do OOTDs or selfies or anything like that. I’m kinda getting bored of taking photos of doorways in Covent Garden. I can’t flatlay in a restaurant to save my life.
I’m hoping that it’ll do what always happens and suddenly just pick up again and I’ll be back on it.
As much as I hate instagram, I prefer it to my blog, and definitely to twitter. I feel like my instagram is the most representative of me and my life. As much as I post about makeup or whatever, they tend to really just be filler posts between the bits of my life that looked good on instagram.
I adore taking photos of windows and flowers and alleys and everything good about London and home.
Maybe I’m just stressed out because I no longer have what used to make instagram so easy: Paris and travel.
I want to do instagram my way, and on the whole my way is the way I do it. It’s just those awkward in between times. The times I have to post something to keep engagement up but have nothing but a nail varnish and a white rug nearby.
Everyone is inspired by different things. I’m not sure what my thing is anymore.0