Instagram politics

We went to look at furniture tonight, store opening in Hollywood, organic furniture. Something like that. We did not pay so much attention to the sofas, because, over orange flavoured vodka drinks, we got into a heavy discussion about Instagram. What is it? Why is it strange to me? I can’t love Instagram. I need text. I can’t live off pictures alone. I keep having these weird Instagram moments recently. Last week at Soho House I asked a girl I know “Where have you been all summer?”, “I wasn’t on Facebook. Sorry.” she said. “Yeah, but where have you been?”, “I was on Instagram. It’s so much better.” said the girl and got really upset with me, because on my half ass Instagram account nobody was following me. And I was not following anyone either. I just don’t want to follow people. “What is wrong with me?” I thought, contemplating my new Instagram angst, that I did not know before that night. Back in the furniture store, my friend tried to explain, what just happened in Washington, I mean America. Errr, the government. The guy next to us said, he would not know. He was off news, off TV, off media. For five days, but he had seen something on Instagram about that “government thing”.  When the world explodes, will people see it on Instagram first and then die? I went to the bathroom and I enjoyed looking at Kennedy and Sinatra, when the girl behind me started to scream. She was ready to put them on Instagram. “They are so hot! They need followers!” We were ready to go. We followed not a single soul that night. It felt good.