Instragram told me that I could spend up to 4 hours a day on the app. I watch instastories when I do cardio, I look at the geo tag to explore the city, I stalk, I slide into DMs, I keep in contact. It's different from facebook which is riddled with political posts and very uninteresting status updates.
So when I accidentally deleted I thought to myself that it was the perfect opportunity to take a break.
But without the app, I found myself bored with the phone. I found myself sad that I couldn't post something that would potentially make someone laugh, smile, cringe, all of the above.
I gave in within 24 hours and redownloaded it. And I'm happy for it because it reminded me of what made me happy: being silly and sharing it with people who are interested enough to keep me unmuted.
Charles and I were inspired by Lizzo's music video Juice and decided to recreate our own version.
We pretty much nailed it even though it took us hours to get it close to looking okay. It was our gay Zumba workout for Saturday.
The rest of the day we stayed in and got food delivered. We sang our hearts out in our makeshift karaoke room with disco lights. At 10:30PM, I caught up with a good friend to vent, to catch up, to eat, to love.
I feel normalized, less anxious and almost myself again and in order to achieve that I had to get out of my mind and onto the dance floor.
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