I don’t want to sound negative about something that is essentially awesome, life-changing and fun. And hey, 100 million users can’t be wrong.
But Instagram, can you please calm down?
Or more to the point, can all these perfectly toned, amazingly productive inspiring people who over-share their perfect lives calm down? Please.
WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE?
These superhuman beings manage to not only find the time to MAKE the perfect shade of green smoothie with every piece of kale left at their organic health food store but then they set it up next to a chic little pastel vintage vase with perfect flowers (peonie roses, of course). Then, instead of gulping it down out of pure exhaustion of completing this task in the first place, they take a perfectly framed and filtered picture of it AND manage to insert a fabulous Ghandi quote in the caption, too.
I need to know… Who are you people? Where do you live? And who is your life coach? ‘Cause I clearly need some training.
As I sit in utter awe at these uber-perfect humans who pop up in my feed I have to (nastily, maybe) ask myself – is their life at home anything like this incredible “art” of existence they have so tantalisingly crafted on their social media?
I like to wickedly (and no longer secretly) imagine that behind the perfectness of these intimidatingly awesome posts are screaming children, piles of washing and unpaid bills and a man who is waiting patiently for them to “get off the phone baaabe“. But that’s not very nice of me, is it?