However, VSCO has virtually none of the social media elements that Instagram boasts. Somewhat similar to Instagram, VSCO is a photography app that allows users to upload and edit pictures. Soon after my failed attempt to use Instagram, however, and right before I began my freshman year of college, I came across VSCO. But something about it didn’t really click with me and the way that I interact with the world. I understand that it’s a very successful social media platform, and I respect friends who enjoy using it. I’m not trying to completely undermine Instagram’s merits. The social aspect of Instagram also stressed me out – all of my close friends had extremely high numbers of followers and pages they were following, and I was used to hearing their complaints when a picture didn’t get as many likes as they’d hoped. I liked seeing my friends’ photos, but I felt too much pressure to conform to the Instagram-norm of perfectly tailored pictures and carefully selected captions. While I understood what she was trying to say, when I got an Instagram, I soon realized it was not for me, and ultimately deleted my account. Instagram, she told me, would allow me to share my life with my friends, capturing the moments that were most important to me and letting others see them as well. When I relayed this secret obsession with photography to a friend awhile ago, she told me to get an Instagram. I don’t mean to say that this visceral return to a specific moment in time cannot be achieved through writing, but I think our photographs carry a special sort of nostalgia that tugs us back to who we were when the picture was taken. Immediately, the cool forest air was in my nostrils, the crunch of leaves in my ears, the smooth wood of the log seats on my hands. I took a camping trip with a close friend this past summer, and I recently returned to a photograph of our tent nestled between a grove of pine trees. The idea that an entire experience can be contained in a single image is beautiful to me. But I also have a secret love of photographs.
Generally, this manifests itself in journaling – a way for me to combine my love of writing with my anxiety around forgetting precious moments in my life, all in one messy jumble of thoughts, quotes, and people from my days. I have always had a fear of losing memories.
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