At least it felt that way when my Instagram app crashed a couple weeks ago. As in, kaput. Big D. Toes up. Down for the count. Dead in the water. Flat-lining.
Every time I tried to log in, I got:
“Unfortunately, Instagram has stopped working.”
And then it closed me out.
This also occurred just after I opened a brand, spanking new writing-related IG account, Writers.Of.Rohan. Writing hard for the LORD of the kings. (Holler if you get that.)
Anyway, did I mention that Macbeth’s three “Boil and bubble, toil and trouble” witches are also close relatives?
Well. I tried every fix I could think of or find. Clearing the cache, data, doing a forced stop. Updating. Closing and re-opening the app. Logging out and logging back in. Turning my device off. Then back on. Trying to log in again. Rebooting our Wi-Fi connection. Trying another connection. No dice.
I tried uninstalling and re-installing my IG app. Over and over. Blah, blah, blah. Kept getting the same, “Unfortunately, Instagram has stopped working” message.
Like that’s news?
I did some Googling. Found out that around September 9, IG apps were crashing on Android users like hail in a hurricane.
Have you met my cousin Murphy?
Anyway, all this went down the day before we left for a week-long hiking trip in the Cascades. You know, choice photo time? Best photo opps on the planet time? I am going to seriously maim whoever invented this stupid device time?
So for the last two weeks, I’ve had to jerry-rig Instagram access via my Kindle Fire. It was a bit clunky. But it worked. Trouble was, I spent the last two weeks running between two and sometimes three devices, depending on what photos were where – my Android tablet, my Kindle, and/or my husband’s phone.
Stop me if you’ve heard this before.
For the last two weeks I’ve tried re-installing my IG app on my Android every day or so. That “Unfortunately” message? Talk about getting old. Then this morning, on a lark, I figured, “What the heck? I’ll give it another go.”
And whaddya know! Success! Well, I’ll be ‘et fer a tater.
Here are 10 Lessons Learned from my IG App Crash:
- Nobody died while my app was down on my primary device. Not me. Not any of my peeps. (Well, no one I know of, anyway). So it’s all good.
- The Google app store is a lot easier to navigate than Amazon.
- Keep things in perspective. Everyone needs a break now and then. Down time can be a good thing. Enjoy.
- Don’t sweat the small stuff. (See #1, above.)
- Threatening an inanimate object with grave bodily harm if it doesn’t get its act together, pronto, doesn’t work.
- Instagram is supposed to be fun. Not a chore. Not an addiction. If it starts becoming any of the latter, it’s time to step away.
- My Kindle came through in the clutch! I use my Kindle mostly for reading – 164 books this summer! But it worked in a pinch for social media, too.
- Good things do indeed come to those that wait. But you may want to order pizza in the interim. Just sayin’.
- Breathe. It’s free. It’s also easier than holding your breath until you turn blue, which incidentally doesn’t solve anything and looks pretty silly.
- Your IG app crashing isn’t the end of the world. There’s more to life than Instagramming! Trust me on this one. So if your app crashes, smile anyway and make it a great day. You’ll live. Trust me on this one, too.
Wait. Did I say ten? Okay, I fibbed. Here’s lesson learned #11 – throwin’ this in for free: Make sure you have a back-up device ready and waiting for app access if/when your primary devices kicks the bucket.
Murph may be a close relative. But I’d rather not run into him again any time soon. Just sayin’ again.
Has your Instagram app crashed recently?