Why I Almost Quit Social Media
The other day I was scrolling through some website and came across a really precious story about a skateboarding corgi named Ernie. I have a corgi so I was intrigued by the story. The article linked to Ernie's Instagram page which made me chuckle. Like anyone else, I clicked the link and instantly felt like a failure.
Ernie, in all his cuteness and skateboardy-ness had more Instagram followers than me. And not by a minimal margin, but by a freakin' mile. I couldn't believe it! Here I was with my meager three figure follower base, and this DOG had a following so large he could quit his day job and sell Flat Tummy Tea for a living if he wanted to!
Apparently these four legged Insta-stars are a thing. Take Doug the Pug for instance. He has 3.1 million followers. YES YOU READ IT RIGHT! 3.1 million schmucks are following every move that this dog makes, and I can't even crack 1,000. Doug even has a little kitten "sister" who already has almost 50,000 followers.
So what did I do with all of this information? Well, I just about gave up; deleted my page; crawled under a blanket with a pint of ice cream and cried. But I didn't...
In a moment of clarity, I said to myself, "Self, what does it say about you that you are affected by this revelation that you are way less important and interesting than a pooch?" The answer: it says 1) I am jealous of a dog, and 2) I definitely need to shift my perspective.
I've given a lot of thought to this concept of "online fame". People seem to give a lot of weight to the number of "followers" they have. I'm clearly guilty of this. But is there something to say about the value of quality over quantity? Maybe. I don't have a lot of followers, but I sure like interacting with the ones I have. And maybe I haven't amassed a 'large' following by today's standards because I haven't spent significant time growing my follower base, or maybe people just don't like or care about what I'm posting. Either way, I came to the conclusion that it shouldn't really matter in the grand scheme of things. After all, when I die I don't think my tombstone will say, "Here lies Meaux. She was a good person, liked french fries, and had 1 million Instagram followers."
So at the end of the day, I'm finding contentment in the fact that cute dogs and Kardashians occupy a space that I just don't right now. Maybe I never will. Who knows? But for now I will keep posting things that I like, and hope someone out there in the universe appreciates that.