This is a Genuine Question (No, Really)

Okay, this is a genuine question. No, I’m not fishing for blog content—if anything, that’s the problem. I have so much content that I honestly need someone to stage an intervention and tell me: am I overposting?

Because here’s the thing—I am wildly unqualified when it comes to social media strategy. I’m not “bad at it” in that cute, self-deprecating way people use when they’re secretly TikTok-famous with a brand deal and a ring light.

No. I mean truly, objectively bad. I’m old. I don’t understand the algorithm (even though I think I do, which somehow makes it worse). And yes, I’m weirdly proud that I even know what an algorithm is. But still—I don’t know what I’m doing. And yet… I post. Constantly. Obsessively. Recklessly.

Why? Because my brain doesn’t have an off switch. It’s a 24/7 content machine. Intrusive thoughts? Check. Deeply misguided sense of what’s relevant to others? Double check. Hiking updates no one asked for? Yes. Philosophical rambles nobody needs before their morning coffee? Absolutely. I see things. All the time. And then I have thoughts. And then I need to share them. This is my curse.

And yes, I queue posts. I’m not a complete savage—I try to space things out like a semi-functioning adult with a shred of self-restraint. But seriously, how far in advance can you realistically schedule content before it starts to niggle? Because once a post is sitting in the queue, it taunts me. I poke at it. I rewrite it. Then I rewrite it again. Seventeen edits later, my once "brilliant" observation morphs into some deranged version of itself that barely resembles my original point.

My posts might have a shelf life, people. If I don’t hit “publish” fast enough, the sparkle fades, the dopamine dries up, and I end up with 6 pity likes instead of my usual explosive double digits 12 likes. Tragic.

And just to complicate the chaos further—let’s talk photos and videos. Because of course, I’m not just oversharing my thoughts, I’m also curating an audio-visual experience.

I’ve been obsessed with music my whole life, so when I hear a song that would make the perfect emotional soundtrack to a post, what do I do? That’s right. I add it to—say it with me—MY LIST.

Yes, I have a running playlist of potential soundtracks for future content. I treat finding the right match like I’m scoring the final scene of a dramatic Oscar contender. It’s serious work.

Now, not everyone gets it. I once posted an absolutely exquisite waterfall and I paired it with a song that, in my mind, elevated it to cinematic glory. And what does someone comment? “Wish we could’ve heard the sound of the waterfall.”

And you know what? Fair. 100% correct. Nature is the original sound designer. But... that song. That glorious, soul-stirring song.

So there I was, spiraling back into my gallery, scrambling to find a version of the video that didn’t feature background chatter or people shrieking like banshees, just so I could post a “pure” version—no soundtrack, just raw, ambient earth sounds. Which is beautiful and all, sure. But also... I mean?? Where’s the drama? Where’s the swelling emotional payoff? Where’s my main character moment, people?!

So back to the actual point.....tell me—am I annoying? Am I becoming that person on your feed? You know the one. The chronic over-sharer. The feed-clogger. The person who turns every mildly scenic walk into a 12-part saga complete with metaphors, life lessons, and at least one unnecessary reference to rock formations. The one who waxes poetic about sunsets like they personally invented light, color, and emotion. The one who makes you mutter, “Alright, we get it, you went outside and had a profound thought—congrats on your spiritual awakening, Karen.”

Maybe there’s a hotline. A support group. Or, worst-case scenario, some overpriced herbal tea with a label that says “Unclench.”

I know I’m too much. I have the kind of self-awareness that’s juuust enough to realize I’m spiraling—but not nearly enough to stop. If anything, it accelerates the descent. Like,“Oh, I’m being extra? Let me double down, post even more, and launch into an over-explained deep-dive to justify it all. Because clearly what this situation needs is a prequel. A memoir titled ‘Why I Am Like This: A Study in Too Much.’ 

So be honest with me. Am I oversharing? Am I spiraling publicly? Am I turning my inner monologue into an unsolicited multi-part novella?

I can take it. I’ll just cry dramatically into my keyboard for a totally healthy 3–5 minutes, then schedule this meltdown as post #115.

Or, maybe I’ll get wild and break it into a two-parter—#115 and #116. Because if I’m going down in a blaze of TMI and misguided relevance, I’m at least turning it into a limited content series.

Stay tuned for the sequel: “Am I Annoying AND Delusional?”