Stop worrying about your followers and likes and go make a grilled cheese.

I worry that I'm too vain. I don't think I look good all the time but when I do think I look good I take a picture and post it to some sort of social media. Most of my selfies end up on instagram or here. I rarely post selfies to facebook because I worry that my friends and family will think I'm obsessed with my looks. I'm always worried about offending people or people thinking badly about me.

I don't mind selfies and I think it's great when someone thinks they look good and wants to share that photo. It becomes a problem when you need the likes and the comments to validate yourself. I've heard of teenagers deleting selfies that don't get enough likes. Social media is the new drug of choice and it's addictive.  I can only imagine if social media existed when I was a teenager. I probably would have been caught up in likes and follows.  

You might have heard of Essena O'Neill, the 18 year old instagram star who claims all her photos were staged and that her whole life revolved around getting the perfect photo and how many likes and followers she got. She declared she was quitting social media. At first I was like "you go girl!" but now she's more famous than ever and she continues putting out videos to promote her anti-social media message. She has a website to support her new message and there's a donate button because she has to pay her rent and is no longer making money from her sponsored instagram posts. Huh? Where are her parents in all of this? I would hope that they are telling her she should move back home and focus on school and finding a regular job. Why were they letting their teenage daughter take sexy photos for instagram? They had to have known. 

Yesterday I was on twitter and realized two people unfollowed me. I can't seem to stay above 600 followers on twitter. At first I was pretty annoyed. HOW DARE YOU UNFOLLOW ME! Then I realized that the two unfollowers were a brand and a band that just followed me for a follow back and then I was like, why do I even care about this? I'm going to make a grilled cheese. And I did and it was great.

A tale of two selfies

The first was at work on Friday. I was actually checking my hair in the camera and thought I looked pretty good so why not snap a photo. I'm not getting any younger here. My hair has been so staticy that I feel like I'm walking around with my hair sticking out everywhere. You can tell it's still sticking up a little bit.

The second photo was after dinner on Friday night. I came home and opened up a box from Amazon that had Bosco's new cat carrier. The amount of paper in the box was ridiculous. I took this when I was trying to wrangle all the paper. I look like the patron saint of packages here.

In defense of selfies

I'm pretty sure this sweet boy is allergic to his low carb cat food.

Can you blame him? Low carb sounds horrible. I'm switching back to his old wet food to see if he stops licking his poor little feet so much.

I feel like the biggest jerk in the world. Derek got me some really lovely jewelry for our two year anniversary and I got him nothing. I thought we weren't doing gifts this year.

Derek actually pays attention to what I wear and like and because of that is a very good gift giver.

Classy classy on my wrist.

I think I have an idea in mind to make up for it though. I know it's something he'll like.

I've decided to start posting more photos on my blog again. I went through a period where I posted a lot of photos and then I sort of stopped. I think I'm having a blogging identity crisis.

I vote for more selfies and since it's my blog I win the vote.

I think I look like my mom when she was younger here. I love that.

I think selfies get a bad rap. I love looking at other people's self portraits whether it be a photo or a painting. People are nosey, or maybe that's just me. I love that I live in the age of social media and sharing.

I rarely post selfies on facebook. I feel more comfortable posting them on my blog or instagram. It seems less obnoxious that way.

I think it's time to admit that Derek is a better cook than me.

I'm not bad but he's very good at adding spices and flavors to food. I'm good at baking so at least there's that.

My neighborhood continues to provide entertainment. A couple was fighting outside my window pretty hard core. She was slapping him and he was pushing her away. At one point he shoved her hard enough that she fell to the ground. I almost called the police but then she screamed a few more fuck yous and took off running down the street.

This is my favorite part of my bathroom. My little dish with my "pretty things". I can't wait to one day have an actual home of my own that I can put up shelves and paint the walls and put all the pretty things on my shelves. Renting kind of sucks sometimes as does living in Allston.