My ex-boyfriend and I broke up almost a year ago, but I’m still receiving messages from strangers asking how and why. When we first met, almost six years ago, Instagram barely existed. Young and in love, we uploaded selfies with sappy captions about how much we adored each other.
As our relationship progressed from one year to three to five, we kept posting. As with most millennials, social media became an extension of our lives — and we were the biggest part of each others’ — so evidence of our relationship was everywhere.
It took me a long time to figure out who I am. It’s funny, because now I know, I can see all the strands of what intrinsically make up that person stretching back all 27 years. There are memes about how bad 2016 has been. All the pop stars have died, Trump prevailed, we’ve left Europe for freakssake, the situation in Syria is dire and the world is broken in many places. For all these reasons and more, I’m excited to embark upon 2017 - there’s something ever so hopeful about starting a new year, a blank page, a renewed ‘Let’s do this!’ But for me, 2016 will also be the year it finally all kind of clicked.
I'm tired. If you follow me on my social media Snapchat, you might have seen I went on a little rant last night. I posted a picture of my lunch - crab linguine and crab pizza from my favourite restaurant Olivetos, since you're asking - and a stranger sent me a snap at 11.30pm asking if the restaurant was Vegan. It's not, and I didn't answer straight away because I have a life and I was out and do I need to answer to every single message I ever receive in my life, and straight away? Minutes later he had sent me another private snap calling me rude and wait for it - unprofessional.