We are pouring our lonely souls down the black pit of social networking fakery.
It’s no longer “So are we going steady?”. It’s … “Are we Facebook official?”
We have stopped phoning each other. We no longer text. fecking hell, we hardly ever talk.
We meet up, and because of Facebook, we already know what’s happened in the week. We know how work was, we know all the opinions on the latest news and recent sporting events and old-school singles and this weekend’s discos.
What happened to us? Did we trade in conversation, insight and understanding for random, irregular snippets of each others’ lives?
Are we such a cynical, disconnected society that we can substitute the occasional “News Feed” scan for the age-old, tried-and-true reaching out and touching somebody?
I don’t think so. I reckon if we disconnect from over-connection, we can re-establish the bonds that made us friends instead of drinking buddies, mates instead of people-who-hang-out, lovers instead of people “In a relationship”.
You try it. Close down your Facebook, and call one of those “friends’.
And try not to talk about Facebook.