You know, I was scrolling through Instagram the other day, and this one blogger, she's all about that minimalist lifestyle, right? Like, her entire feed is perfectly empty spaces, white walls, one single plant, everything just SO pristine, and I just kept thinking... anyone else feel like it's all a massive performance? Because I remember back in my career, you'd have these colleagues, always talking a big game about their productivity and how organized they were, but you’d catch them scrambling five minutes before a big meeting, you know? And it was all about maintaining this IMAGE of effortless perfection, but behind the scenes, it was just… chaos. And I always felt like, why bother? But then you'd see them get the promotions, and you start to wonder if I was just missing something crucial about office politics and like, optics, I guess. And I just keep coming back to this blogger because I picture her, just frantic, you know? Like, she probably has a whole walk-in closet or maybe a spare room, just JAMMED full of her entire life, just to get that one shot of an empty countertop. And I can almost see her, huffing and puffing, shoving laundry baskets and stacks of papers and just… everything, really, into some hidden space and then smoothing down her hair and putting on a serene smile for the camera. And it’s not even about judging her, not really, but it makes me feel this… thing. Like, is this what we’ve come to? This endless charade of presenting a life that isn’t actually yours, just so you can get likes and sponsorships? And I remember feeling that pressure at work, too, always having to present this front, even when things were falling apart, because if you admitted you were struggling, it was like, a black mark on your performance review. So I guess I’m just wondering, am I the only one who sees through all this? Or do other people genuinely believe that these perfect, empty homes are real? Because it feels like a continuation of that whole corporate culture, where you have to pretend everything is going perfectly, all the time, even when you're secretly drowning. And I’m just so TIRED of it, you know? After all these years, I thought we’d moved past that kind of performative nonsense, but it just seems to have shifted from the office to, like, our living rooms and our phones. And it just makes me feel a bit… weary, I guess. Anyone else feel that? Or am I just, like, an old fuddy-duddy who doesn't get modern life?