It just seems right that I should write this post, since I also wrote a post when I started my Instagram account.
You see… my Instagram account is no more…
Let me explain.
I started Instagram as a means to draw more attention to my blog, but also because I loved to have a place where I could share quick snapshots at any time of the day. I enjoyed this, until I got a message on my phone: Your Facebook friend So-and-So is now using Instagram.
You see, the Facebook friend was someone from my “real life” Facebook. My Instagram account wasn’t even connected to my Facebook. I blocked So-and-So and went through a list of suggested friends and blocked everyone that was on my vanilla Facebook. So I thought. A couple of weeks later I got the same kind of message again. This time about another “real life” friend who created an Instagram account. This time I stayed calm and blocked the person. But, I also started searching for the reason why I got these messages. Master T told me why, but I wanted to see it black on white. I never found it.
But, it got me thinking about Instagram.
You see, I have gotten to a point where I don’t mind if people discover my blog by accident and recognize me, but I am not handing it to them on a platter. If I get messages about “real life” Facebook friends who have Instagram accounts, I am sure they also get messages about me using Instagram and then they were pointed to my rebelsnotes Instagram account. Another thought was that even though I used lots of hashtags to try and get followers, I still only has about 60 followers, even though I was using Instagram for some months already. A last thought was that it was yet another platform I had to remember to update. In the last weeks I have been all about making things easier for myself and having to keep up with the Instagram account was not really ‘making things easier’.
Apparently the only reason how Facebook could ‘expose’ me like this is because I used both Instagram and Facebook on my phone. Even the fact that I used two different email addresses didn’t help. Crawlers on my phone told Facebook that I am using Instagram and Facebook chose to tell the world. So, just like I use one browser to do things I do under my birth name and another browser for things I do under my chosen name, my phone is now only for ‘birth name things’. Except for Twitter…
So, I decided to stop with Instagram. Not entirely, because I still have my “real life” Instagram, which I use for everyday images and obviously I don’t mind if that account is suggested to my “real life” Facebook friends. All I did was to delete my rebelsnotes Instagram account.
And, to be entirely honest… I much rather like sharing my boob pics over here than having to hide nipples and aureoles because Instagram forbid those…
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