True Life: I'm a Photo Hoarder

Today let's just go ahead and have a little chat about my iPhone and a little issue I've got with it. My phone, also known as my life, is a standard white iPhone 5 that has 15 GB of memory. Or so they said when I purchased this sucker that never leaves my sight. This baby is my fifth iPhone since the first generation iPhones were born and my third one to have a sassy power button that decided to shit out on me after a few months of use.

Since I've been a loyal iPhone addict since the beginning of time, I've carried over all of my memory from phone to phone, causing those 15 GB's of memory to clog right up five phones later to the point where this damn phone wont even let me take a friggen Snap Chat without deleting something.

My problem? Well, my problem is this:

I'm Whitney and I'm a photo hoarder. 

Hi, Whitney.

It's out of control, to say the least.
Do I really need 346 screenshots of conversations and such? Abso-friggen-lutely not. But what if I want to show someone this one really funny conversation in 6 months?

No. Just no, I certainly do not need to be sacrificing updating my apps for said screenshots.


And then we have the duplicates. Enter: Instagram.
Is it really necessary to have two of every single photo I Instagram?

I'm gonna go with what is no, again, Trebeck. One of these bestie pics will suffice, I think.
Yet here I am, hoarding both, because it's not like I can't find one of them conveniently plastered all over the interwebz.
Oh wait...


Moving on to the most shameful of my photo hoarding problem. I present to you, selfies, in all of their stretched arm glory.
Half of which I only use for the purpose of blogging and never actually use anywhere else.

Stop. The. Madness.
I'm pretty sure I'd rather have 400 sext photos on my phone than the abundance of ridiculous selfies I've got wasting GBs on this iPhone of mine. Well, I guess depending on who the sexts are from... Jay kay.


And then there's the dogs. Oh, the dog photos I have on this phone probably give even the duplicates a run for their money.

But sometimes to get the perfect dog portrait you have to snap eleventy photos.
And then never, ever delete the rejects. You know, because you're definitely going to need the rejects.
One day.


You know what else I need 1,000 photos of on my phone?
Artistic alcohol photos, that's what.

Because 6 months from now, I'm definitely going to need to show someone a photo of that sangria I drank in NYC. Definitely going to need that. And all of the others. Serious stuff.


The moral of this story is, there is no reason why anyone needs 4,768 photos on their phone and I have a serious problem.
Can I just blame this on blogging?

So, I guess I'm off to go delete thousands selfies, drink photos, dog photos, and textversation screenshots. You know, so I can take more selfies, drink photos, dog photos and textversation screenshots.

Yoga pants out.