I posted a video to Instagram of a boat coming into shore in our little lagoon where I live in Miami, in February. Someone sent me a message telling me that it’s 17 degrees where they are and that I was being cruel and teasing them. He was kidding about the cruel part, but it made me think. When I post things I’m sort of thinking of my own little world. I told him I’m in my own little bubble and not realizing there are others our there seeing the images or even reading this blog post.

I know people from all over the world read me. Once I was stopped walking down the street and a guy asked me, “Are you Tom Falco?” When I told him I was, he introduced himself and said he was a reader and follower of mine from Liechtenstein! That’s a country near Switzerland!

When I’m in New York City, which is often, I don’t think about home. I took photos of the snow this past November and posted photos on social media, but I never though, “Hmm, what is the weather back home in Miami as I am here in the snow in New York?” Am I the only one who does or doesn’t do this? Is it selfish to just be in our own little bubbles?

On the other hand, I have the weather on my phone from different cities I like and I look at that often, I wonder what the weather is like today in Albuquerque for instance, but if I’m out in the snow in New York or on a boat in Miami, I’m not thinking of Albuquerque at the moment.

I guess we are living in an Instagram world, which is a selfish bubble world.