Instagram recently surpassed 200 million users. The point of Instagram? To brag about all the great things you do.

Get a new car? Instagram. About to pay the rent in cash and have a bunch of $100 bills? Instagram. (Make sure to forget to mention that the money is soon to be gone.) Six-pack, nice butt or new clothes? Instagram!

It might have been the great philosopher Aristotle who said, “If you go to a sick show and you don’t Instagram it, did you really go?” Or maybe that was Nietzsche.

But let’s not condemn our vivacious Instagram sisters and brothers. After all, it has legitimately become human nature to document our lives via cell phone camera and social media. (Credit Freud with that one.)

Apps like Instagram went from non-existence to being in millions of pockets in the course of a few years. It makes sense that it would change the how modern humans function in this society.

It fulfills a basic human need to document our journey through life. Not only is it nice to remember fun memories, but the likes. Nobody can deny that the likes feel good.

There’s nothing wrong with creating a highlight reel of your best moments, but that’s exactly what it is: a highlight reel. Don’t believe the hype. Even the golf highlights on “Sports Center” are pretty entertaining.

It’s easy to get caught up comparing yourself to your peers, especially in the college age. Most of us aren’t settled yet. Our lives are still up in the air. For most of us, it’s still possible to attain our wildest dreams and become successful, or live under the 405 sporting finger-less gloves.

There’s no worse insecurity than the one that comes with the uncertainty of life. It can get bad if you’re constantly comparing the mundane moments of your life with the perfectly-angled light-filtered selfies of others.

Be fair to yourself. Realize that her selfie only looked good after 12 attempts and that his new car severely depreciated the second it left the lot.

But really, it’s easy to get discouraged seeing others get great internships and acceptance letters while grinding it out here at community college. It’s a big world out there. With University of California at Los Angeles graduates out there struggling to find jobs, it can seem bleak for an EC student who might not even know what major to choose.

Two-year schools are a chance for many to get everything straight before moving on to become functioning members of society. It’s like purgatory, except with more alcohol, drugs and social anxiety.

It’s important to recognize individual strengths and realize that we’re all going through this life just trying to figure it out, no matter how together some of our peers might appear.

Now, enough of this mushy positive stuff. When does this article come out? You better believe it’s going straight on Instagram.

Have fun at summer school Warriors and keep those cell phones ready. Follow @ECCUNION and tag us in any pictures that share your EC experience.