Bestfriends

I sat still with mere thumb movements.
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It was a repetitive motion I had performed at least 10 times a day. When I wake, when I commute to work, on the toilet bowl, at work, during lunch, during breakfast, before I sleep…


FF had slipped in to use the luxurious washroom at Carlton Hotel, while I sat there scrolling through the contents of what my followers on Instagram had to show.

Suddenly, sadness overwhelmed and engulfed me like a tornado. :(


“Why did everyone’s life seem so carefree?”


“Why the heck is everyone on vacation now??”


“How do people afford to eat good looking and delicious food all the time?!”


“Why is everyone frolicking in snow or kissing their significant other with a gorgeous scenic backdrop?”

And there I was, frumpily dressed (thanks to whoever who invented dress-down-Fridays), sitting in a 5-star hotel waiting for my boyfriend to finish his business.

I was undeniably jealous. And I actually pitied myself for a split moment. Then FF walked out and sat beside me. I told him how awful I was feeling… He looked at me and said, “Silly girl. Why do you do this to yourself?”

It’s true. Why do I subject myself to these external influences to dictate how I feel? And in that moment, I recalled having my own Instagram profile as a testament to the many thankful milestones I’ve had.

So, I started scrolling through my own entourage of pictures. And both FF and I sat there asking each other, “do you remember that time when ______?…”

Ah yes, social media. The double edged sword.

The darkness of self pity left me gradually, and I became my usual happy-go-lucky self once again. I looked at FF with much gratefulness, and how difficult it must have been for him to tolerate these weird mood swings of mine.

“Wanna go grab ice cream?”, I asked.

He smiled sheepishly.

We dusted our butts and walked off pretending nothing ever happened.