Selling Perfection and Warning Against It in the Same Breath

Even the human influencers wanted to sell perfection. The hustle for the perfect image and the perfect life. Sometimes that produced absurd results and you could chuckle. Because behind the facade there was always a person who was trying. Who attempted it and sometimes failed. That was entertaining.

AI influencers take it to the extreme. No effort, no shame. Everything spotless. Nothing but mega. No stumbling and no moment where the facade wobbles. And with that the chuckle disappears. Because not a single human element is recognizable anymore. Either the algorithm can’t do human traits of imperfection. Or the prompt was too perfect. I don’t know.

What I know: It repelled me immediately. Not slowly, not gradually. I could only shake my head. Contradictory facades pretending to be real. A fake world that doesn’t even try to hide itself. I didn’t want to see it. I didn’t want to find myself as the audience of an illusion that has nothing to do with me.

I deleted Instagram. It didn’t make sense anymore.

But it did something to me. Not what you’d expect. The perfect images didn’t make me insecure. They strengthened my urge to create something myself and to talk to people more deeply. I saw how short life is. I didn’t want to spend it on a boring illusion. At some point a white wall is more interesting.