There’s something to be said about self-deprecating humor – it’s what made Chandler Bing so endearing, it’s what made Liz Lemon so relatable. And if recent research conducted at the University of Granada is to be believed, it’s linked to better psychological well-being and actually demonstrates greater levels of happiness and self-assurance as opposed to low self-esteem.
One Instagram account that seems to be in sync with this mindset – if over 400 posts and 458,000 followers is any indication – is @textsfromyourexistentialist, where wallowing is celebrated, one iMessage at a time. Here, classical art (and the occasional Roy Lichtenstein and vintage film still) meets texts from your “existential dread” to result in dry-humored posts that are dripping in Nietzschean disdain for the human condition.
Run by LA-based artist and poet April Eileen Henry, it captures the inner monologue associated with questioning the meaning of life, losing sleep over situations that will never happen, or simply doubting oneself for the umpteenth time. Who knew collective suffering could look this good?