"Instagram filters have ruined everything and I can't tell if this guy is hot or not," Patrick glared at his phone, gradually squinting his eyes to differentiate between the good-looking people from the rest through a hazy Valencia filter.
"I just like, I get Instagram but then I just don't, like who just follows for photos? that's why I like Twitter anyway, so I can let my brain just gush out the random screwed-up thoughts I have and maybe people will laugh." Hannah sunk her chunky fingers deep into the roots of her hair, rested her head against her palm, and released a sigh. "I'm trying to make changes in my life, though, you know? Like, I need to find myself and really figure it out, so much social media shouldn't even be a part of my life anyway."
"Hannah, honey, it's the 21st century wake the HELL up! You can reinvent yourself without shutting yourself out of reality aka the media aka PHOTO SHARING INSTAGRAM. I still can't tell if this guy is hot." Patrick wedged himself to the end of his barstool and suddenly became more engaged in the conversation.
"But in all seriousness, if I starting Instagram-ing, it might mean that they have let one too many psychopaths become affiliated with the hype social media networks on this planet. I mean, what would I even post? A cute selfie when I wake up in the morning before I touch my toes? A self-proclaimed 'artsy' photo of my Grumpy's coffee with one of those sad old men sitting in the background? Let's be real here, I'm not cut out for this stuff."
"Hannah, you're a blogger, you're a writer, and you've got to be in with the times. Otherwise, who is going to want you? Mom blogs hoping to broaden their audience spectrum with a young columnist who is aspiring to navigate her way to high-life New York parenthood? I know you don't want that and I don't want that for you. Get on Instagram and make mama proud."
Hannah allows her free-hand's finger to slowly trace the center button of her iPhone, in an attempt to engage in the applications store and listen to Patrick.
"I hate listening to other people though, I make my own decisions Patrick. I decide what I want to do with my life. And really, couldn't you just show me the photo? I can weigh in with my opinion without having to download some dumb app that will give no enhancement to my life. I control my life. I am woman hear me roar."
