I don’t like Instagram. I don’t like follower culture, don’t like it because I keep thinking I need it to showcase my art, don’t like the advertisements and don’t like that everything is being dumbed down to a few images.
I don’t like seeing the endless stream of holiday pictures, people traveling further and further just for the ‘gram, the pictures where fancy girls are sipping endless streams of white wine, the pools with big-tittied botox models in them.
I don’t like comparing my life to other people’s lives, don’t like labeling people, don’t like being labeled.
I don’t like the short, dumb comments which are either super critical or super supportive, emojis, the fact that how many people have liked a post stand out so much, as well as the highlighting of how many people see the images another posts in their feed.
I don’t like seeing recurring advertisements. I don’t like seeing new advertisements. I don’t like seeing advertisements which are tailored to me specifically. I don’t like seeing advertisements at all.
I don’t like seeing a really good picture and having forgotten about it ten minutes later. I don’t like the demographic of the userbase. I don’t like teens with Instagram, who should be doing more useful things with their time. I don’t like my perspectives on the new generation.
I don’t like party pictures. I don’t like the showcases of how many friends one has who would not help him or her moving. I don’t like alcohol in pictures, or festivals. I don’t like that every moment has to be captured while capturing it spoils the moment.
I like that I’ve got a website of my own on which I can and will post my work. I like that some people are reading this blog. I like that I can express myself better here than on Instagram.