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I am very, very comfortable with selecting the best bits of my life and projecting them to the world. I really am. Yes, you can write it off as boastfulness or smugness, but "being real" is something my generation are far too fucking precious about. Everything doesn't have to be "real" all the time. I don't even know what "real" is anymore. If you've done a double take on life recently, you'll know it's all a little TOO real. So many of my generation can't cope with the realness, and are trapped in an inertia of kidulthood; scared of doing anything but getting razzed. The idea that someone like me, a 20-something, is living in some kind of painted, artificial, wanker-y reality because I like the way pictures I take of the sky look when I put them through an Instagram feature, strikes me as something that only makes sense to the old and curmudgeonly.Instagram doesn't replace moments. It's a photocopier for them.
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