Rebecca is a recent SAHM who blogs about cooking, motherhood, faith and being married to a first year medical student in the Navy on her blog Daily Rebecca. She was my BlogHer12 roommate and is also the person I can tell anything, we’re like two peas in a pod. I also share her love of Instagram.
Remember when MySpace was cool?
I know it’s been about a hundred years since that was the case, but really, remember how fun it was to connect with old friends, choose your theme song and browse through tons of websites looking for the perfect background design? I mean all those lines of html to spruce up our profile pages made us feel like real techies, didn’t they?
MySpace rocked in its day and I even remember dipping my toe into the Facebook pond and posting statuses like, “MySpace is so much better.”
MySpace is obviously a flash in the pan at this point, but social media is here to stay.
And, the majority of us are addicted to in it some way. Be it blogging, Twitter, Facebook, or my favorite: Instagram.
Social media has changed the landscape of relationships. It’s brought in a ton of crap, but it has also been awesome. Online friends have become our dearest friends and the internet is our BFF.
For the longest time I was a Facebook junky. I’d sit for hours on my desktop computer
stalking checking out my friends’ pages and photos. Then I set up my Blackberry to text me certain status updates from Facebook and I’d update my own status via text message (high-tech y’all!) and finally I got an iPhone and the rest is history. All of that Facebook goodness was in the palm of my hand all. day. long.
Now, maybe it’s just the election. Or the barrage of advertising. Or the fact that all of our parents and their friends are on Facebook, but dude…Facebook is getting pretty lame.
And, at the height of election season, it’s downright maddening.
Aaahh. The beautiful stream of creative and personal photos, filtered to maximize interest, and shared with short captions.
It’s like salve for my bleeding eyes.
I love it.
They say a picture is worth a thousand words and I think Instagram is the silver platter upon which that statement comes to life.
Say someone’s having a crappy day. They may post multiple pictures of hot coffee. Or traffic jams. Or rainy days. Stained shirts. Crying toddlers. Maybe even their burnt dinner.
We see these images and understand the kind of day they’re having. We sympathize. We fill in the narrative with words that come to mind when we see their photos.
We get the message, but it goes down so much easier than the paragraph-long, whining status updates that people on Facebook are posting.
It allows us a peak into people’s lives and it gives them a chance to vent, but it’s immeasurably more palatable when it’s done in a series of photographs.
Let’s say another person we follow on Instagram is traveling. They are posting pictures of their luggage. Their feet in the security line. We get a peak at their grande salted caramel mocha. We see the view of the clouds from 10, 000 feet.
Then, we get to see snapshots of their destination. Whether it be big cities like New York or small mid-western towns, we get to come along for the ride in a small way.
Even a cozy day at home invites us in on Instagram. Someone’s hot soup for lunch or their feet snuggled up the couch with their spouse and pets are like a visual cup of hot cocoa that draws us in to a warm and fuzzy place.
We want to be connected with other people. We are curious about their lives.
Maybe we get a little over-involved or even feel the ugly green monster of envy rear up, but I’m willing to take the bad with the good.
Especially when it comes via a stream of pretty pictures in my Instagram feed
Rebecca is a recent SAHM who blogs about cooking, motherhood, faith and being married to a first year medical student in the Navy on her blog Daily Rebecca. You can also find her on Instagram (@daily_rebecca), Twitter, and yes, even Facebook.