I don’t use Instagram. I’m sure I’ve seen Instagram pages, but I’ve never had a reason to create an account. But if they let me see pages, maybe someday I’ll se

I don’t use Instagram. I’m sure I’ve seen Instagram pages, but I’ve never had a reason to create an account. But if they let me see pages, maybe someday I’ll see the need for myself. A hair stylist I went to recently has an Instagram page. She did a great job, I’ll go bookmark her page in case I forget who she is. And that’s when I am met with a login page. Well, guess who now stands no chance of ever having an Instagram account? They might wear me down if enough friends send links that I click. “Hey, ya know, this looks kinda handy.” Now it’s all over a wall I don’t feel like climbing. Which is fine. I’m not mad, or much of anything, frankly. It’s another “service” I don’t have to waste time on. But, boy, it strikes me as a strange way to pursue growth.