Well, I’m back.
And I’ve had some time to think.
I think I need flesh out my profile a bit in the “me” dept. I mean, the pics and such.
That, I will do. And… IDK, I guess I was too focused on… commenting? Which I what I do? I don’t know, I mean, that’s what the site is? LOL.
Reading the Instagram Reddit, it’s like… yeah, that’s what the site is, right? A place to look at celebrity pictures, a place to comment on celebrity stuff, etc. I mean, it’s not a place for, IDK, storage for whatever it is your doing for yourself, I mean, certainly not if you want to keep that stuff, b/c Insta can and will delete that shit on a whim, know what I mean?
See my earlier revelation about being punished for commenting a green heart to Freya Skye. Seriously… wut? And now it’s like… I get a schoolmarm-ish warning whenever I log in on my phone to comment on something, telling me to “treat other people with respect” yadda yadda because their AI is just… dumb, and apparently mischaracterized the heart as something else? Jeezus H Christ. Maybe it also misinterpreted some of my jokes, took them literally or something, or misunderstood them. That is always a problem with these things.
IDK it’s like… I’m still kinda getting used to the platform. In a lot of ways it has the problems of “old twitter”. Like… the celebs are there, and they tend to stomp on things, even when not intending to. It’s like the old adage, “When the elephants fight, it’s the grass that suffers”.
On a famous public profile like say Seventeen that is well known and well trafficked comments can get a lot of traction. I can post a comment on a random Jenna Ortega or Emma Myers picture there and easily get, say, a couple hundred likes. I just need to be clever and positive. Play to the masses.
On a celeb account, especially on an established celebrity’s account, not a chance. I can post the wittiest comment ever and come up with nothing. The reason being ofc is that the mega-celebs comment on each other’s posts, which annihilates everyone else’s comments, no matter how good, insightful, or funny.
Case in point- I was one of the first to comment on Olivia Holt’s post where she announced her third season of Cruel Summer. I had a smart comment- it was funny, clever, and poignant, and it was something to the effect of it being the “Cruelest Summer” or something somesuch, I don’t remember exactly what it was, but it was pretty good, but immediately after or before I hit post, I saw that Laura Marano posted something… IDK, boilerplate supportive of Olivia, and BAM, Laura’s comment was slammed instantly with 5000 likes (!!!!!!) and the entire comment feed was filled instantly in real time with same-y comments I swear to God within minutes. I swear to fucking God I watched this unfold with my own fucking eyes; it was God Damn surreal.
I was NOT one of those who liked her comment BTW.
So ofc Laura’s comment stayed lodged at the top, all of those comments similar to hers crowded around hers there, and the rest dropped to the bottom, where mine was.
Well… it was… as expected, ofc. That’s what this culture is. The celebrity playground is their playground. I mean… it’s ok, that’s what this is.
The difference is obvious. The Seventeen Instagram feed is a popular celebrity style profile but the celebrities themselves do not post on it. Therefore, I can get noticed. I can let my words fly, and take my time and curate my message without having to worry about hearing the tramping of a giant like Jules LeBlanc or Dove Cameron behind me.
Speaking of Laura… still kinda thinking about… that incident.
Still kinda embarrassed.
I wish I could take it all back. Is that dumb? Because it honestly is, and I know that it is, and I realize that it’s just the symbolism of the moment that is the problem, but still.
I just wish I didn’t love her so much, honestly. I mean, THAT is the sticking point here. It hurts, having a girlfriend I can’t talk to, and I know that this fact hurts her too, and this hurts me further in turn. It’s a never ending cycle of… I don’t want to say bad things because they aren’t, but things that maybe are a little hurtful sometimes?
I felt a little out of place during the IG Live. I did notice that I think I was the only guy there, and maybe (probably) the only Gen X’er. I mean… that’s OK. But everyone else there looked like they knew each other probably for decades and probably grew up using Instagram, and there was me, struggling with basic functions. I mean I belong there, I’m sure I do, I just… need time to think.
I did have some fun with the Disney Channel Insta today, just to clear the palate. That was… refreshing. Maybe I’ll stick with the current regimen.
I’m reeeeeeally tired. Not proofing this.