Do you ever find that after spending time on the internet, you sometimes come away feeling inadequate, boring and like a filthy slob who has holes in the inner thighs of all of your jeans?
(Not talking about anyone in particular here. Definitely not. I don’t even wear jeans anymore. Probably because of all the holes.)
You know how it goes. You start out on Facebook. Or Instagram. Or Pinterest. You click on a link for educational activities for your child (and by this I mean recipes for red velvet brownies.) And then you keep clicking, and clicking, and before you know it, you’re caught in this weird lifestyle blog loop full of beautiful homes, amazing homemade meals, stylish clothes and people who wash their hair on a regular basis.
And then you take a look around your apartment, which has multiple futons being used as furniture, and you’re left feeling kind of weird and lame and like you should be doing more. Cooking more. Cleaning more. Exercising more. Wearing actual pants more. Owning copper clawfoot tubs more.
It can mess with you a bit.
This, my friends, is not a post that will mess with you.
