So yesterday I just recreated my Instagram account. First followed those whom I do feel the closest to (when compared to the rest of the people I know), and taking it easy as I go along. Apart from my display picture I have officially zero photos to post because…I don’t (yet) have anything interesting to post. And that’s fine. Legit. I’m tired it using Instagram to try to impress people who, on a grander scheme of things, don’t care as one’s source of value.
What I do find interesting is checking out that my blog has new visitors, and mostly redirected from my Instagram account. This tells me two things: people actually stalk me (aww, I’m flattered) and people actually took time to at the very least glance at what I have to offer. They better look at the ones I have in the first half of 2016, since the rest have been marred by tragedy after tragedy. But yeah it’s interesting to know that people do at the very least check out what (little) I have to offer while they’re bored.
I thought that was interesting. 😛 And I got another story to tell, but I can only talk about it at the right time, so hold your horses! This happened in 2016, so it was still what I call the good-ol-days. :>
—Joel Kindiak, 13 Dec 17, 0715H