I have heard many people upset because their life isn't "instragram perfect". And that is the part I don't understand. I instagram to keep memories, not to impress other people. Because really..no one knows what is going on on the other side of the picture.
We were so excited to try this cute taco and smoothie
stand, and we sat down at the outside seating..until we realized
we were sitting right next to a huge heap of trash bags. And it
started to smell. So we wandered around until we found
a random bench and it was right next to a stoplight so everyone
who stopped at the light got the privilege of watching us eat our tacos.
Not a pretty sight. But a pretty picture.
Posted a healthy breakfast. Took two bites, and here's
a fun fact. I hate blueberries. I tried to stand it for the antioxidants
but I ended up eating around all of the blueberries. So don't
think I'm healthy. Because I'm not.
Nick and I bought this towel together and celebrated as if
we had picked out our first house together. Then I took this picture.
Then a bird pooped all over it.
Actually, this brunch was awesome for me. However, my friend's
coffee tasted so nasty. Like unbelievably nasty. I think the cream
must have gone sour. It tasted like chemicals. But when I see this
picture, I have to laugh at how incredibly awful it was! And how
incredibly good mine was. She's the sucker here.
While I appreciate people telling me that Nick and I are a
cute couple, let me just be honest and say that I only took this "artsy"
picture because we tried to take selfies so many times and they
all looked SO bad. We cringed and deleted them right away.
So our feet looked better than our faces.
Nick picked these gorgeous flowers for me on our walk and I
fell in love with the way I arranged them. So I took a picture, had a
sneezing fit from all of the allergens, and immediately threw them
outside. Sorry, babe.
I read the first chapter like three times, and I was still confused
so I stopped reading. Also, my reading glasses make my eyes hurt.
My life is not perfect. I take fun pictures to capture memories. I go through my feed and laugh at all of the crazy memories and the imperfect situations. Don't ever wish to be someone else based on their travel posts, twitter feed, or instagram likes. Take pictures for yourself, for your memories. Or don't take any pictures at all. Just don't base assumptions off of social media. Because birds poop on everything and blueberries are gross.