I won’t be sharing this story on social media, as I often do with the stories I write. Because she’ll see it. She sees everything I post. From Instagram stories about my adventure mowing the lawn to random pics of my kid on “Crazy Hair Day,” she is there, every time I share.
Yet we haven’t had a substantive conversation in months. Jessica (name has been changed to protect the awkward) is my Social Media Lurker, aka a friend who looks at every single one of my social posts but struggles to engage in person.
Let me be clear: I have no ambitions of “influencing” anyone. Unlike the former Bachelor contestants of the world, I am an Instagram sharer of meager following. I have about 250 followers — mostly friends and family, and I post on average about three to five Instagram stories a day for this small, carefully approved audience.
For me, sharing random Instagram stories is fun, if not a little bit stupid, so why not do it? Because — poof! — they’re gone from the face of the earth in 24 hours and you get to do it all over again tomorrow. My posts are not exciting. Why people follow me is anybody’s guess, as I don’t think I’m the train wreck from which you can’t turn away. I’m not the person constantly sharing selfies (because, ugh, who can ever find the right angle?). You will never catch me divulging TMI.
A few years ago, Jessica and I hung out quite a bit. We had regular playdates and our families would occasionally get together for dinner, things of that nature. Until — I’d say about a year ago — I noticed Jessica and I started hanging out less. It wasn’t through any fault of our own. We got busy and our kids were in different classes. As fate would have it, they found other friends.
But even though we weren’t texting as much as we used to, Jessica was still there. The first viewer in all of my Instagram stories. She was there when I got my hair cut; when our fam sang happy birthday to my niece; when I created a dumb boomerang of my cat smacking my dog. Thwap! I began to notice that she’d sometimes look at my stories twice with a separate Insta account. That’s when an eyebrow raised.