Last week, Gem wrote an offering on her blog dissecting the idea of friendships, the virtual world and how well – if at all – the two meshed. I also came across this short film that debuted at the Toronto Film Festival that simply documents 20 minutes on a teenager’s laptop screen.
With that as food for thought, I’ve been pondering the act of blogging and what being a blogger ensues.
To be a blogger, we sit down after the “day job”, whatever that ridiculously outdated and broad umbrella term means, and languish in our thoughts, poring over those we deem surplus enough to make it out of the brain.
We share little (or lot-tle, take it as you please) snippets of our lives online. Beverage in hand, music blaring… it’s the same story as a cuppa with your best friend. Blogging can be likened to an open diary, right? We offer snippets in the hope that another, any other, will find it relatable, comforting, supportive or inspirational. If you’re lucky, someone will find it engaging enough to chatter away back to you.
But this long-winded method of online friendship has begun to creep into everyday life. Reports daily and inconsequential ‘news’ stories tell of our codependency – on technology. I can hold my hand up in deference to becoming – or once being – dependent on my phone, my iPod, my laptop. So you can send a Snapchat, make a Skype call or Instagram your meal to feel connected with people instantly, but what is more instant than simply being with a friend?
Real life connectivity is decreasing by the minute. Heck I’ve just sent, like, five Snapchat videos of myself moaning about my day instead of simply calling my friend! While lifestyle discrepancies are kinda to blame – c’mon, it’s a bit unnecessary to pop to my best friend’s house in Southampton when I’m having my bi-weekly breakdown – I’m all about making an effort to bring back the non-digital friendship. Pull that stupid face at her front door not over Snapchat, fail at telling that new joke you heard in the office over a cup of tea, arrange a weekend away in a brand new city or town and take a film camera – no Instagrammin’ here please – laugh, share gossip and vent.
While the digital age is addled with mind-boggling ‘trolling’ and hiding behind a screen, and the community is arguably diminishing by the second, your real life friends, the real deal Carrie, Charlotte, Samantha and Miranda, are always there. It’s time to log out of Social Life 2.0 and back in to the world of I-really-did-just-do-that friendship.