I am an Instagram addict.
I don’t care about the hashtags (which I still call pound signs thank you very much), the follows, or the celebrity pictures that prove they are just like us only better. No, I’m in it for the filters. Aden, Crema, and let’s not forget Earlybird. Ah! My loves!
As an extra awesome bonus Instagram pictures are also the perfect dimensions for scrapbooking and general arts and crafts. Who cares about picture frames when you can make awesome homemade coasters?
Alas, my addiction is becoming a bit of a problem. Every time I get home from a hike or a trip I end up filling my friend’s feeds with dozens of Instagram photos, uploaded in huge batches without any regard for people who don’t want to see yet another picture of a west coast tree.
(You mean there are people who don’t want to see dozens of filtered photos of hiking trails on Vancouver Island? Who are they? Cretins.)
My hope is that by admitting my addiction I can move past it and learn to appreciate photos in their raw format again. Or, at the very least, remember to put my phone in “Airplane Mode” before filtering to prevent mass uploads.