We live in a world where often our goal of the night is to get the best picture possible, not for ourselves, but for everyone else to see how good we look – and hopefully the boy we think is cute will throw it alike. It's naive to think that life will ever return to the simplicity it once was, before Instagram and Snapchat, and every other platform we use to broadcast the details of our lives.
But there will always be someone on social media that we spend hours scrolling through their page, whimpering under the white glow of our iPhones, wishing we could have a life like theirs. We look at their seemingly perfect body, tanned 365 days a year, sprawled out on some infinity pool in Ibiza while we're in a robe in bed at 5 p.m on a Saturday. Scrolling further we roll our bitter eyes at the ridiculously perfect pictures of her with her model boyfriend at sunset and we think of all the time we've tried to take a picture of the sky and the phone just went dark (seriously are there a different kind of iPhones for famous insta people?).
And I think back to some of the best days I've had, and realize I don't usually have a perfectly timed, dressed, done up picture for all of my best memories. I have pictures of random Thursday nights with my friends and a few from concerts and just whenever I feel it's "time to upload a good pic" and it really makes me think about how much we falsely admire these girls we don't even know. They could've had the worst day ever that day, but we would never know it by the looks of their perfect sunglasses and a smile. Their boyfriend could be an absolute d*****bag, and they could be so uncomfortable in that body con dress that they're forced to promote that they might not be able to fully breathe. But that's the thing about the internet, we'll never know. She herself could be the meanest girl in the world, but she's posing with a coconut on the beach with her 1000 watt smile so we're all going to like it and pretend we think her life is something to look up to.
But you know what? I would rather take my blurry pictures of my favorite concert of summer and have all the memories in my heart and my head, than be forced by some brand to take 30 pictures in a row in some outfit no one would actually wear to a festival, just for a good picture. I would rather hang out with my normal looking genuine friends than have to pose with a butt full of sand with some model I might not even like. There are so many facets to all of our lives and maybe these people do have perfect lives and are kind hearted and have good boyfriends, but that's their life. And some people are dealt a better hand than others. But at the end of the day, I'll take my memories over likes, and I'm going to start looking at sunsets through the camera lenses God gave me instead of the ones Apple did.