I've come to realize that I have an obsessive compulsive personality. 🤯 I know you're probably thinking, "Did she just realize that now?!" No, I've known since I was in elementary school, when I couldn't sleep and would organize my clothes by type (tanks, short sleeves, long sleeves, etc.) and color, but that's besides the point.
Today, on July 22, I realized that my new obsession is Instagram. I know you're now probably thinking, "She's been obsessed with Instagram for at least 7 months now and only just came to this conclusion?!"
But in all seriousness, I've actually started to constantly think and even dream about Instagram comments and phrases for future posts. And now you're probably thinking, "Is she serious? Number one, no one reads her posts. Number two, for those who do, they aren't even that good." Ok, you got me there, but that doesn't change the fact that it's become an obsession.
At the moment, I'm in Lisbon, Portugal, in a park , drinking a fuck ton of vino verde, by myself, so it's safe to say that I'm slightly intoxicated, also potentially an alcoholic . Being the self aware human I am, I have taken this time to reflect. And what I have determined is this:
Yes, I post almost every aspect of my life on Instagram, including my Tinder dates. Yes, I am obsessive compulsive when it comes to money , guys , food , and basically every aspect of my life . Yes, I overthink and overanalyze . Yes, I am human, and maybe part awkward llama . Yes, I accept who I am. I embrace the weirdness . And for once in my life, I have decided to love me for me , regardless of whatever you fucktards think about me or my weirdass Instagram posts. Just kidding, I love you all!