Apparently I Ghosted Everyone in 2022

I ADHD’d myself so hard that I forgot I had another Instagram account.

I’ve lost and forgotten more things than I can fathom. Hair ties, bobby pins, contacts, lip gloss, keys, cups, credit cards, pants, jackets … it’s been a lot. It makes me think of the saying, “Of all the things I’ve lost, I miss my mind the most.”

But social media accounts? Like … how do you completely forget you have one? Zero idea. Well, that’s not totally accurate. I think maybe I wanted to start a Roxie account on Instagram but couldn’t figure out how to do it while attached to my real-life account. So I must have just created a new Roxie one and never looked back.

Y’all … I haven’t posted on my real-life account since 2022. Nor have I even remembered it existed. You know, I always wondered what happened to all my old Instagram pictures and couldn’t figure out why I deleted them. Well, now I know it’s not because I deleted them. It’s because I created a Roxie account and apparently erased the old one from my brain entirely. Not once did I think about it again. It’s honestly a little unsettling.

What do all my friends think? Like … did I just stop posting and never comment on any of their shit again? And nobody called me out? Well, not that they could have, because I wouldn’t have known to check my messages, but dang.

And how am I connected with so many of my friends on my Roxie account? Did they just figure it out? Did I send invitations? Are they simply used to the chaos and absent-mindedness that spills out of my very being? Sorry, friends. I didn’t ghost you. I just saw something new and shiny and wandered off into a different Insta-world.

I’m truly perplexed. I mean, I think that’s what happened. Because that’s how I found out I had the original account to begin with! I was looking at my social media accounts thinking I needed one private account and one bloggy account. And then there’s the whole new thing I’m working on … which probably means more accounts because it has nothing to do with blogging or being a normal-person-type account.

But that’s a story for another day. Hopefully another day soon.

Which brings me to another realization: how many social media platforms and accounts can I realistically keep up with? I mean, obviously not more than one Instagram. I’m juggling two Facebook accounts — at least that I know of. One Twitter (which is now X, but I still can’t call it that — kind of like when Prince stopped being Prince anymore. Your brain just keeps going back to the beginning).

At this point, I feel like my entire online presence is being managed by a raccoon with a ring light and poor executive functioning. Honestly, it’s probably for the best that I forgot the old Instagram account existed. If I’d remembered it, I’d likely be trying to manage three accounts instead of accidentally failing at two.

Although now that I think about it … there’s a very real chance I have a Pinterest account floating around out there somewhere too.

Anyway, if you were friends with me before 2022 and thought I suddenly stopped liking your vacation pictures and birthday posts, please know it wasn’t personal. I was simply unsupervised.