Our real Instagram story

Instagram, Instagram story and the reality. At first I was pleased with an amount of marvellous photos of people who enjoy their life. I had logged off the Instagram and took a look at my real reality. I get up in the morning. I eat breakfast. I go to work. I work. I go to lunch. I eat lunch. After the work, I go to the gym to exercise. Then I go to a shop to buy items needed for a survival (food). When I get home, there is time for homework. Once the chores are done, I get down to some entertainment. Totally tired I fall down to the bed. This is my real Instagram story.

I believe it is the same for the majority of people around me. When I log in the Instagram, I can see amazing lives of other people. How they drink exotic cocktails, how they lay on a beach. How they can turn shitting on a toilet into a Sunday mass at church. After getting tired with it, I get back to the reality. I am struck with a depression that my life is not as amazing as of all those people on the Instagram.

Why does the reality differ from what we actually do and who we are? Whenever we attend an interview, go on a date, ask for a loan at a bank, we try to look better. At the interview we say that the reason why we left our last job was that we hadn’t seen ourselves at that position in 5-year time. While at the date we claim what it was not us who had a finger stuck in a nose yesterday. We state that we’re a really solvent person at the bank.

The reality is different most of the time. We left our last job because we weren’t appreciated and our boss was incompetent. After the date it is found out that we hold a Guinness world record in the deepest insertion of a finger in the nose. While we were talking about being solvent, we forgot to mention that we meant our collection or invalid banknotes from 18^th century.

A short time is enough to find out. Is it actually worth? To pretend? To be something who we are not? Others know it anyway. Why not to be authentic instead of hypocritical?

I think it’s not worth to pretend. It is better to be authentic. After that stress and anxiety disappear.

Let’s be authentic.