You gotsta post that selfie. That food pic. Whatever the heck you want to.
Why? Because a lot of the time – assuming you’re human – you’re worried about things. You’re trying to change bits of yourself to fit society’s mould. Or, you’re trying to change bits of yourself so that you break free of society’s mould. You’re coping with a new job, an old job, a relationship, kid troubles, money issues. Life is messy. It’s constant disruption, change, pain and growth.
Through all this chaos that we exist within for (roughly) 80 years, we have simple moments of “hey, there are bits of me that are pretty good!”, or “dang, I scrubbed up alright”, or “hey, I love the heck out of this!”
Whatever the thing is, you’re enjoying it. Right now, you’re not worried about your spouse, job, kids, or your home. You’re thinking that your butt looks fabulous in those jeans, the fact that your hair is super shiny today, or how your dinner is simply a work of art only comparable to the likes of Manu Feildel from My Kitchen Rules.
Given the complexities of life, should we ever avoid taking a simple moment to celebrate the trivial things we enjoy?
Post away, I say. Whoever is upset/offended by your meaningless posts, don’t have to see them. As a side note, why are they are offended, anyway? It doesn’t affect them. If they are under some false belief that it does, well…that’s just strange. The perfect response for anyone who says “you post too many selfies”, or that “no-one wants to see what you had for dinner!” is one word. “Meh”.
Can you imagine what an impossible life you’d be living if with every move you made, you worried about what other people were thinking? You’d be incapacitated…you’d never leave the house for starters.
Even if you worry about what other people think, the types of people who get upset by the content of your social media accounts are still going to find a reason to be upset. It’s just an outward projection of inward insecurities. It happens to me, too. I get sick of certain posts, so I unfollow. The world doesn’t stop. The person who put up the posts shouldn’t have to change.
You have one life. Your red lippy looks fabo. Your delicious dinner is gonna be in your belly. So do it, if that’s what you want. As an extra bonus, when you’re an old granny you can look back through your Facebook or Instagram account and say “go me, I was the shiz!” Or perhaps you will just have a chuckle over your stupidity. Either way, it’s all good.
Enjoy the simplicity. Post the selfie.