A few weeks ago I suddenly found myself slaying the Instagram game. Now I used to think life was uninstagrammable, so I was pretty surprised when some of my less interesting pictures gathered dozens of likes within the hour. I was so happy. I thought I'd finally figured out how to do the Instagram thing. I was foolish. I did some stupid things. I was a complete Instagram idiot.

It all began when I started scrolling through the pictures I'd clicked this summer. Some were actually pretty decent, so I thought I'd give Instagram a shot again.
That was probably my first mistake, because the last time I tried my hand at Instagram I'd thrown my phone across the room in frustration. Anyway, I started posting on my page again.
The first couple of days everything went great. More than great actually, it went pretty much perfect. I got plenty likes and even gained a few followers. Finally I was playing the Instagram game again and I was playing it well. Not that I had any idea what I was doing. In fact, I didn't even know I had been creating an Instagram theme until the sixth day of posting a picture to said theme. Yes, that's the level I was playing the game on.

Despite my incompetence, things kept going great. I posted daily and enjoyed it more than I expected. The numbers kept going up and up, which meant I got more and more excited with every post, like a real Instagram idiot, unsuspecting of her looming downfall. Downfall wasn't in the near future at that moment though. No, I was going for a milestone rather than downfall: the milestone of 100 likes on one picture. I waited patiently. A pic of flowers in Lithuania inched closer and closer to 100. Then one night, I actually did hit 100. You won't believe how happy I was. All my friends needed to know about it. Screenshots were sent all over the place. I was jumping up and down with excitement and barely slept that night. Pure Instagram idiocy right there.

My high didn't last long. As it always goes with Instagram and me, I suddenly started losing followers rapidly without any apparent reason. One moment I reached an all-time high of 140 followers, the next loads of people unfollowed me. Keeping up with my posting schedule didn't work, neither did using a ridiculous amount of hashtags. I was heart-broken.

For a few days I wanted to give up on Instagram again. Then I realized I was being stupid. I'd had fun editing and sharing my pictures. Giving that up just because of some stats? That would make me a real idiot. So I continued posting. I'll never make it big on Instagram, but then again, who does? Almost everyone I know struggle with Instagram except for a lucky few. I try to ignore the numbers as much as possible now. A lot of liked on my post can still make me happy, but a new follower or two doesn't excite me anymore. That way I'll stay an Instagram idiot, but at least I'll be a happy Instagram idiot.

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