The purpose of a personal Instagram feed

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If you read this (i.e. if anyone reads this, ever) you probably came here because of Instagram. Instagram is it.

Facebook gets you picture comments from your family, destroying the reputation you want to build. Snapchat is… well… thought someone just sent you a comment on your great spit-shined boots shown off in your snap story? Bah! Surprise, it’s a dick! Up to personal taste if that’s a pro or con. Twitter is for big companies and presidents. But Instagram, that’s where we, the people with the low self-esteem shopping addiction insufficient recognition exciting life, get to shine.

Because everything is still not enough

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To be content with little is difficult; to be content with much, impossible.

– Marie von Ebner-Eschenbach

Technology oriented hobbyists know a dark problem: GAS. No, not what happens after you had Mexican food; we’re talking about Gear Acquisition Syndrome. The desire to always have newer and better gear, sometimes maybe also just something different, seeing how the grass is always greener… But is it only limited to the mentioned scenario? I think in today’s world, we have “Gear Acquisition Syndrome” regarding most things. My girlfriend counted my shoes and I was convinced she miscounted but damn, do I have many shoes. At the same time I’m nursing a wish to have shoes I’m lacking. Gaps want to be filled!

Hello (cruel) world

Am I a blogger? Nah! I don’t think I am in any position to share my vast knowledge in <insert random field> nor to educate anyone out there. Seeing how I’m not famous either, no one will probably every read this.

This is a virtual diary, my place of zen… mainly because my “crap I should have done it different” déjà vu keeps me from using an actual, physical diary made from paper. I shall be injust, subjective and curse a lot. Try to make me stop.

Pipso Calypso