Quid Pro Quo

 


      Last night, I was in the process of deleting my Instagram account when a rare thing happened: we lost our internet. I wanted to delete it because, well, it was an empty, pointless account: no post, no followers, no stories, and Instagram kept harassing me by repeatedly asking me to validate the account, making me always search for the email that I used in creating the account and its password. My only consolation with having the account is I get to watch funny and heartwarming dog videos. Lol.

      We rarely lose our WiFi since we changed our internet provider, so it’s a bit of surprising. Anyway, I waited but after two hours, I decided to just postpone deleting the account and turned the computer off. Maybe some powerful entity wants me to continue watching Instagram dog videos for now.

     If not for my one precious hobby (lol), I probably would also be thinking of deactivating my Facebook account for a while. Unfortunately, Facebook is the only place where I could get the information and the discussions I like to read for this hobby of mine.

    Back to my Instagram account, I was thinking that I’d set up an X (formerly Twitter) account instead, not that I have important things to say or post, it’s just that whenever I see an interesting topic there, I can’t see the comments/discussions re that topic because I don’t have an account. It’s sort of a quid pro quo. You want us to enlighten you and entertain you, then create an account. Likewise on Instagram, you can't view Instagram stories/private accounts if you don't have an account.

    It seems that in everything, there’s a quid pro quo involved.

    You want something? Then you’ve got to give something in return.

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