I get very annoyed very easily. Every day I find myself turning more and more into an old man. -Like one of those salty old men knowing there’s no light at the end of the tunnel; giving the world the middle finger... that’s my spirit animal.
Actually my spirit animal is a shark. The shark that bit the influencer who jumped into the ocean full of nursing sharks for an IG pic. She was quoted saying “it [the shot] was totally worth it...” if I was that shark, I maybe woulda bitten her a lot harder.
I have a decent following but would rather jump in front of moving traffic than call myself an “influencer”. It’s basically saying you are too ugly to model, and that you are willing to sell your soul to FitTea so you can afford the $8.99 for FaceTune plus. Trash!
These people are easy to spot! Looking sultry with no smiling pics on IG... that’s because he has and a snuggle tooth and an overbite! No full length body shots on IG... that’s because she has thunder thighs and cottage cheese legs.
-And don’t get me started on "influencers" actively talking about algorithms in their Instagram stories. If you’ve seen Handmaids Tale I think you will get my reference when I say... put them on the wall.
