For the past week or so, I’ve had a bit of an impromptu social media hiatus. It’s been totally by accident; to be totally honest, I just didn’t have any sassy pictures to post, so Instagram kind of took a back seat – and Twitter followed suit.
A week without being glued to VSCO and SnapSeed has been, admittedly, kind of refreshing – but, on the other hand, it’s made me realise quite how obsessed I am with the whole blogger lifestyle thaaaaang. Over the past few days, I’ve taken a look at my social media habits a little more retrospectively, and, in truth? I’m not all that comfortable with what I’ve noticed. It’s made me think: is blogging – and the associated social media addiction that naturally comes with it – ruining my relationships?
boots: missguided | jacket: river island | watch: burberry | bracelet: hermes
I’m the first to admit that I’ve got a hella addictive personality – remember when I tried to give up online shopping? – and, combined with my love of selfies and habit of over-sharing, it’s no surprise that I’m a little obsessed with blogging and social media. What started as an as-and-when project in my Uni bedroom has evolved into something a lot more time consuming, and expensive; I’ve bought several cameras, heaps of clothes and a goes-without-saying MacBook for the sole purpose of blogging – which, given I’m hardly a high-profile influencer, seems a lot of dolla to throw away.
The monetary cost isn’t the only downside; I’m turning into one of those rude, social-media-obsessed monsters that can’t hold a conversation for more than thirty seconds without turning to Instagram. I’m constantly on the hunt for the next feed-friendly photo to take, and will spend my mornings making flatlays instead of hanging with my boyfriend. Getting the girls together consists of half an hour of chatting, then selfies and filtering and tagging, so by the end of the afternoon, you’ve barely spoken. Honestly – it’s a problem…
I was never the type that had hobbies when I was younger – I did a bunch of extra-curriculars, sure, but nothing that really stuck. Now I’m an adult armed with Instagram filters and the cheapest DSLR money can buy, I rationalise this obsession as the hobby I never had – but at what cost?
Taking a break from blogging and social – if only for ten days or so – made me hyper-aware of how often I pick up my phone, and how many unnecessary staged photos I take, and how much I ignore the real world in favour of Twitter beef. Before I turn into a hermit – locked in my bedroom with repetitive strain injury from refreshing my follower count – I reckon it’s time to strip back on posting and have a bit of a breather. Not totally, but enough to actually enjoy my days without feeling the need to take that perfect shot – you know, to prove I was having a good time. Pics – or it didn’t happen…