Instagram stories have opened up my communication and connection in a big way. As long as my phone is beside me, I’m never alone. I can tell the world what I had for breakfast, that I’m brushing my teeth with a bamboo toothbrush, going for a walk with my husband, or applying chemical-free nail polish.
I realise how weird this is yet at the same time, a true reflection of our tech-driven society. Complete strangers know the most intimate parts of our lives, our small day-to-day habits, what we’re wearing, and who were spending time with.
Just the other day I caught up with an old school friend and, naturally, I was telling her about the sunflowers I’m growing. Wait a second… stop the convo, save your breath Kate… she already knows all about them; she’s been watching my Instagram stories.
I don’t just share on Instagram stories, I’m a watcher too.
I’ve seen complete introverts who I know in real life, share their deepest secrets and most personal moments, on Instagram stories. I’ve attended countless weddings and birthday parties of people who didn’t send me an invite and have no idea I was watching their first kiss. I’ve heard children’s first words, watched waterfalls all over the world, seen an overwhelming number of smoothie bowls, traveled on yachts and cruises without paying for the views, and shopped with strangers.
But, like any social platform, Instagram stories has its pros and cons.