MY BIG INSTAGRAM SORROW

I'm going to take you through a dramatic event that happened to me last week. That I even survived it can be called a miracle. Because what was the case.

As you know, I am traveling and as you know, I am quite fond of Instagram, especially when the first situation is the case. At home, Instagram is also fun, but not much happens on an average day. Here, I find myself in the most beautiful environments ever, and call me a loser and call me vain, I get enormous ‘instadrift’ from that. “Hey, just go offline!” someone once reacted to a photo.

First of all, that's not possible because I'm here ‘just’ working, and secondly, that's not because I don't want to. I don't enjoy being offline at all; I find being online much too enjoyable. It's not that I'm checking Facebook all the time while I should be staring at the sea, not at all. I just enjoy sharing those pictures, and everyone who does Insta knows that feeling. Moreover, I get all kinds of nice and pleasant responses to it, so why should I shut myself off from that just because that's what you're supposed to do abroad?

Thank goodness for the edit function, so I wrote it underneath anyway.

So I stayed and remain online. At least, that was the intention. Because at the end of last week, I wanted to post a sunset + wine pose picture with a nice caption underneath, and then that photo went online WITHOUT a caption. Thank goodness for the edit function, so I wrote it underneath anyway. But then it happened.

“It seems that your profile contains a link that is not allowed. We block certain content and actions to protect our community. Let us know if you think we made a mistake.”
WHAT THE FAK DOES THAT MEAN?! Or no, actually, I'll tell you what that means, it meant that I could no longer leave texts and no responses. Not with anyone or anything. Because I supposedly have a dangerous LINK in my profile. I've had www.amayzine.com in my bio for two years, so I don't understand what they're suddenly talking about. The result was that the photo was there without text, and that's something only Beyoncé can get away with; I found it terrible.

“Okay, Lies, you're going too far. Don't be so dramatic.”

The injustice made me furious, and it was then that I thought, “Okay, Lies, you're going too far. Don't be so dramatic.” So I shouted some angry things in our Amayzine app group where at least the people understand me, sent about 50,000 messages to Instagram saying they HAD to unblock my profile NOW and waited calmly (read; foaming at the mouth) for a response.

In the end, everything turned out fine; maybe you already saw it. But man, was I angry, and man, did I let myself be known. That damn Instagram, maybe being offline isn't so crazy after all.