Oof, well, there’s good things and bad.
Well… TBH, this is a BIG topic, so let’s narrow it down a little: let’s make this: a few thoughts on MY Instagram, as in, my Instagram Profile. My new one.
Some initial thoughts: There’s a LOT of bots. A LOT. I swear AT LEAST 80% of the “people” who like my posts / comments are bots, though I don’t check each one (any) of course. But still. Wow. Also, the same with the people who respond, especially those who are critical. I saw an account who was harshly critical of a comment I wrote once. Intrigued, I checked it out, to find that it was critical in a similar way of every single comment left for that picture, and there were hundreds. Huh. I guess it was a bot; I returned later to find out the comments were gone. What was the point? The mind boggles.
I got my account warned for commenting a green heart to a celebrity; I think it was Freya Skye. Lord knows why. I think the AI found something offensive about it. I can’t imagine a person reported it for some reason, altho I can’t rule out a prankster, but still, why would the system find that offensive regardless and rule in their favor? The mind boggles. Are green hearts offensive and red ones not so for celebs in certain demographics? Seriously, what the fuck? And yeah, that’s all it was. A single, solitary green heart emoji. No text, nothing else. WTF? In their message to me Instagram said that “other cultures” might find certain things sensitive, so take that into consideration, etc. but… yeah. Seriously. WTF?
Well, the big vent… today, Laura Marano had an Insta Live on her Team Laura Profile. It… didn’t go well, at least for me. My app being new, I had certain permissions turned off. And, my app being new, I was unaware of what a “Team” event entailed, and, at one point, I was invited to speak (!) which ordinarily would have been fine, except refer to the earlier part of this paragraph, where I mentioned that my permissions were askew, and… yeah. Things did NOT go well, and I made a colossal mess of everything, and afterwards had a horrible ugly mental meltdown in the shower and etc. etc. you know, the way things typically go in such cases. It’s like… OBVIOUSLY this would happen ofc, I mean, why WOULDN’T it, right? That’s literally the way things go, right? You would need to be living in some utopia to not expect this because a) this is me we’re talking about b) I’m new to Insta and all of these other people are not and c) bad luck and me are old friends anyways, older than anyone else at this point TBH.
So it was a total, complete and utter clusterfuck of a disaster and I tried to save face as best I could (and, to my credit, I vaguely did), but afterward, I thought to myself, WHY am I doing this? I mean, like, haven’t I done enough? Seriously? With all that I’ve done, haven’t I done enough already?
IDK, maybe I have. I guess we’ll see.
But it’s like… this whole disaster brought forth the whole problem with the platform. It’s designed from the ground up these days for people to simp for celebs and rich people. I hate to say it but it’s soooooo true. It’s for us to beg beg beg for table scraps and FEED THE AI and PAY FOR PREMIUM and WATCH THE ADS and BUY MY PRODUCT and God I just feel so… mortified, and used, and ugly, and… sad, and… worthless, IDK, in the face of all these perfect people and all their perfect lives and perfect careers and perfect mansions and perfect… everythings. Nothing goes wrong for them; they never ever make a mistake.
It’s just so damn humiliating.
Social media was mistake.
I really need a break from this stuff.
At any rate, I would be so so sad if that was like… my one chance to talk to Laura IRL, even if superficially, and I just… fumbled it bigtime, and in the most embarrassing way possible.
Christ, that would fucking suck.
Why even bother, then.
I REALLY need someone to talk to IRL about this stuff. That is the hurdle, here, methinks. That is the big stumbling block, and the reason I cannot progress.
I mean, or do anything, really.