There is a separate world outside of reality that gives folks a chance to get lost within themselves. We call this the Instagram world. In the Instagram world these days girls with low self esteem are getting fake stuff put in their butts and fake stuff put in their chest for a few likes. they are chasing a thing called “Instagram fame ” Where 250 thousand people follow you but in reality no one knows who the hell you are.
We live in a world where a family called the Kardashians are famous. Not famous in the sense that they possess a talent that is a showcase for folks to gravitate towards but famous for just being famous. We live in a world on Instagram where rappers are not just rappers but actors. Not actors in the sense that they play characters that’s not who they are. But actors in the sense that they play characters that’s NOT who they are. Between fake beefs, fake tough guys and fake jewelry I don’t know what to believe these days.
What’s Instagram really about?
Is it to show us who we really are or who we really wish we were if the cameras really followed us.
What are we searching for? Is it a form of fame or just money? When does this train stop so that all the people that wish they never got on finally get off. And what does getting off that train really mean? Is a part of it accepting the real you? Where do you go when you can’t find who you really have become?
That’s usually when you get lowered back to the fake existence of what you think you need for attention: Instagram world.