That didn’t last long. Last week I deleted my Instagram account. Let’s face it, we are just not Insta compatible. Ami isn’t a Chihuahua, she does not like to wear any cloth, glasses, hats, shoes or coats, let alone costumes. We do not go to fancy places and I’m not into all that beauty stuff. I see no value in fake hair, fake lashes, balloon lips, fake finger nails and fake double D’s. It just doesn’t make sense to me, because to me it feels like a lie. I like to be original. But beside of that, I think it’s most about that there is more stuff that I really do not want to see than things I would like to see, let alone all that AI garbage. Instagram just doesn’t make me happy and the one rule I always follow is: “If it doesn’t make you happy, it has to go.”
Somewhat Patchy 