Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned…

I reluctantly rejoined Instagram privately about a year ago, after being off it for nearly four years. I started to feel like I was missing out on family updates since everyone posts there religiously instead of in our family group chats. It makes me kind of sad that they’d rather share personal stuff with random followers rather than just with family, but hey, that’s how it is. Anyway, it’s been okay; I check it maybe once a month on my desktop just to see what they’ve all been up to. Sometimes my siblings send me funny memes, and my mum shares funny parenting videos. I occasionally browse other profiles too—art, interiors, nature. It’s a bit more attention than I’d like to give it, but still manageable.

Today, though, I logged in after three weeks and saw my brother had sent me some propaganda nonsense about Musk and Trump. It made me angry—not at him, but at the cesspit that is social media, this place that thrives on fear, anger, and jealousy, all under the guise of “content.” Ironically, it makes me feel anything BUT content. So I’ve deleted it again, I’ll just make more effort to ask for updates in family groups.

I firmly resolve, with the help of Thy Grace, to confess my sins, to do penance, and to amend my life. Amen.

0 days since I have sinned.