I ordered a movie about Abraham Lincoln the other night because one of his quotes literally touched my goddamn soul I swear.
Yes, that’s a true statement. One quote and I needed to know more about him.
This one: “I have simply tried to do what seemed best each day, as each day came.” You may have seen it in this post.
He was cool. Really real and honest. I love that.
Everything he said during the movie was drawing me in more and more. That’s what I love. I felt his words. I was like, I need to be next to this damn guy.
You know how people sometimes ask “who would you have dinner with if you could pick one person?” Mine would be Abe. Hat and all. He is intriguing, and that’s fucking cool to me.
It’s hard living in a world where you are only cool when you reach a million followers on Instagram.
You know? I sometimes wish it was more like Abe times. He was cool without Instagram.
I feel like I’ve definitely touched on the social media topic before but I never really got ass deep into the conversation about it.
And yes, I want to be ass deep into a social media conversation with you guys one on one.. but I can’t be. So I’m writing about it. Shocker.
I have a VERY strong love-hate relationship with social media – and I really want that to be clear before you read this post.
I absolutely, positively, full-heartedly love sharing things with you guys on social media. I upload as much as I can onto snap because I love giving my followers the products I’m using, and also because they give amazing products and tips back. It’s a fun way to communicate. (THANK YOU. You guys rock.)
And I love to make fun of BA and show you guys.
Also – it’s raw. You know how I feel about rawness. I love deep, real shit. WHY? I have no idea. I just love feeling like I’m actually seeing peoples real sides? Hard to explain, but it’s something that gets me going LOL.
I’m super into the way people act when they’re simply just hanging out. Do you know what I mean? Like, I love watching snaps and seeing how people just live on a Sunday. I want to be inside other peoples heads sometimes and learn what they think.. and why. It’s weird. Even if I don’t agree with them, I love learning their ways.
The CIC private Facebook girls group? Don’t even get me started. I die over the girls in there chatting and opening up to each other. It’s one of the most eye opening things to see, and I’m more than grateful to have the ability to start a community like that. Without social media, that group wouldn’t exist.
I’ve actually become friends with people through my blog that I would have never became friends with without all the internet action. I mean, that’s pretty rare.
So, yeah I do love social media. Really, I do. The way it allows me to connect with my readers is awesome.
BUT – here’s the thing: there is a huge difference between loving social media and caring about social media.
I love it, but I don’t care about it.
I don’t give a shit about it, really.
Obviously you know the feeling of posting a picture on Instagram and you’re like uhhh is anyone going to like this? It’s been 5 hours, help a girl out. I GET IT. Anxiety, right? HA.
I’ve been there, I’ve done that, and I’ve stopped doing that. Simple as that. I post whatever I want, whenever I want, and I don’t check it anymore.
That’s how I got over social media anxiety – I stopped looking.
I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’ve for sure been a victim of the Instagram ‘want more likes’ phase. We live in a world where saying “my Instagram just reached a ton of likes” is a thing. I won’t ever lie about being a typical annoying millennial who has said that. It’s a cool feeling, let’s be real. Which totally sucks, let’s also be honest.
I mean, it really sucks that that’s cool. You know?
But, that’s the world we live in.
It’s probably not going to go away while we are alive – so I’ve completely stopped looking. What else are you supposed to do? I used to get major anxiety when I posted something on Instagram. I have actually, sadly, gotten upset over someone unfollowing me. And it isn’t fun, trust me. It’s draining.
That’s when I was like no, wake up. That’s pathetic. You’re being pathetic.
If that person doesn’t want to follow me anymore, who cares? Like, why does it even matter? Where in YOUR life does that matter? No where. That’s the answer.
It isn’t affecting them, clearly, so why should it affect you?
I’m not for everyone, and everyone’s not for me. The same goes for you. You may be reading this post, but you may not follow me on my social medias. And that’s fine. You do you. Always. Maybe you love how I write but you hate my face. I feel you – we can’t win ’em all. I respect it, too.
Keep reading, babe.
People put their best foot forward on social media – fact.
Think about it, how many times have you looked at your picture over and over and over.. and over.. before you uploaded it? A ton, right? Same. Sometimes the lighting does nothing for my arms.. you know how that goes. (Huge sigh.)
It’s fine. You’re only human. You only want people to see the best of you. It makes sense.
But sometimes it’s really COOL to see the shitty parts of peoples lives, to put it bluntly. It’s cool to see that the girl that you thought had the lifestyle of a greek goddess feels bloated and had a panic attack last week.
Not to be mean, but it’s cool to feel her other side. I don’t want people to be crying and having anxiety, that’s not what I’m saying. But when people show their vulnerabilities, it makes them way more relatable.
Not perfect.. the way social media makes us feel like we need to be.
And to people who want more followers – stop wanting. Why do you want people to follow you who don’t care? It’s a waste of time, really.
Try to think about the real things in life. Try to stop caring so much about what doesn’t matter. Try. Really, really, really try.
Because it doesn’t fucking matter.
What matters is if you are happy. If you have anxiety, that you are trying to fix it. If you feel alone, you’re reaching out to people and they are reaching out back. If you are waking up next to the person you love. Or if you are waking up alone because that’s the phase of life you are in right now. Take up that entire bed. Stretch out. Take it in. What matters is if you are living your life – for you. Not for people who are following you.
And don’t take that wrong either, I think it’s really awesome that some people have a million raw followers. It’s like, you have people who want to watch the life you live and vulnerably share with them. That’s something to really be in awe of.
But it’s also not something to live by.
Make sure you’re happy, first. That’s what you should live by.
Having this blog has taught me one major life lesson – if you can help anyone, even just one person, that’s enough. It doesn’t matter who, or why, or how many.
Don’t look at numbers. I don’t care what anyone says, they don’t matter. Numbers aren’t going to push you further in life. They are going to drain you – by looking, and looking, and counting, and looking. Draining.
I bet Abe wouldn’t approve. RIGHT.
He would want you to feel alive, you know? He would want you to feel REAL.
That’s what I think about now – LOL. No lie, I think about Abe when I upload something on social media. How weird is that? I’m like, how would he want me to feel? Raw. Not care, really. So thanks, Abe.
That’s all I can recommend to you when you get anxiety about social media. Don’t.
Don’t look, don’t think, don’t care. Just don’t.
Abraham Lincoln wouldn’t care. He would just do what seemed best that day, you know?
And he was cool (or I think so, at least).