Instagram destroys outdoor life
I am an Instagram veteran, That’s it Someone who has had a big account for a long time. We social media veterans are ancient, curious creatures who can tell stories at a time when the algorithm favored those who posted twice a day, and posters had yet to be invented.
So i like blue eyes Posted on Instagram in 2015, the outdoor refreshment was absolutely top notch.
It was a place where I met like-minded people, people who thrived better under the spruce trees of the forest than in the city. Others think it’s perfectly okay to burn their wages on a sleeping pad and then live on oatmeal until Christmas.
But by the time my account reached 1000 subscribers, the issues appeared. Specifically, one of my photos went viral. He disappeared into the World Wide Web and came back with more “likes” than I have ever seen.
I don’t like to admit it, because I am an adult and I have a job, responsibilities, etc., but I am high. Imagine that many liked the photo you took!
The problem was, after that, Instagram started to revolve around something other than campfire smoke and tent tricks. It was about getting an amazing photo, taking the one you just loved. I rode in with skin and hair. Pattern, edition and number of yarn hooks.
As if there was a secret recipe that would make me happy to be loved by people all over the world again.
quick google search This reveals that I am not the only one to have questioned this. There are countless sites, forums, and self-proclaimed experts out there who want to sell you the solution to beat on Instagram.
Unfortunately, I finally realized that the answer is much simpler.
just about. Half-way In the bowl of whining that one of my other posts, despite the mountains and sunsets, didn’t make it to Instagram, I began to realize that I was hardly the only psychiatrist left on. social networks. The difference was that others were working for him Mark Zuckerberg and Instagram, and was not intended to improve Norwegian public health. Their goal is to get you hooked as much as possible.
I realized that Instagram Gave sporadic reinforcements. This means that you get a lot of “likes” on certain photos, without there being a defined system for it. And that’s exactly the gist: It shouldn’t be a system, but you have to believe that there is a system – and you have to seek it out.
In other words, Instagram acts like one-armed thieves: they often bring in huge sums of money, but you never know when. It makes you keep pulling your arm in the hope of achieving the big victory.
In other words: You can continue to pitch your tent on top of the mountain, although you can thrive near a fishing lake. You grab your mobile at sunset which you can enjoy.
Or maybe you’re wearing clothes that are tighter than you feel comfortable with, because they look better in the photos (or because you are Think This is because he struck last).
You do it all Because some tech makers in the United States have created a program that plays on our most vulnerable aspects, the desire to be equal.
They find that if humans give us what we aspire to, which is getting to know other people in completely unpredictable places, they can make millions of people work for free with them (that’s so smart that I wish you could find it yourself)!
not just this, They can cause us to neglect everything from work to play to family to find this system.
Around this time, I started showing how many likes I had, and since then my account has alternated between high engagement and very poor engagement, depending on how posts matched the algorithm.
the thing is That if you want to have a happy life on social media, you need to stop chasing likes immediately. Be aware that the system you are looking for does not exist. It is not a candidate, an idea or a number of jobs that count. Sometimes it works, other times it doesn’t.
In times one thing is preferred, in other times something else. It changes, precisely because you shouldn’t find out, but keep looking. They want you to spend your time there, rather than your time in your life.
And next time You pick up the phone in the middle of a sunset that you had better enjoy in peace, then you ask yourself:
Do I really want to work for free at Zuckerberg now, or do I have to take charge of my life?