March 13th, 2019 will be a day that will live in infamy. At least for the Instagram set. Like the first 20 or so minutes of an apocalypse movie, everything seemed to be normal. We woke up like it was any other day. But then a small glitch, a minor feeling of unease, suddenly turned into full-blown panic. Notifications would not refresh. Our stories would not upload. Sponsored, scheduled posts that cost $50,000 were now, essentially, worthless. Instagram was down and there was nothing we could do. Not to mention nothing to do... if it meant we couldn't boast about it to our followers in real time.

And though all those clever Twitter users, with their words and their jokes, guffawed at our misfortune, we, fellow Instagram addicts, survived. Our resilience will be remembered, even if our avocado toast will not be. 

I, for one, took the opportunity to imagine a world without colorful little boxes which exist just to make me feel bad about myself, and decided to live my life like I did when I still had a Blackberry. Surprisingly enough, I kept myself busy!

[Photo via @jelena.marija]