Easy Like Sunday Morning
It’s Sunday. Of course, I am still wrapped up in bed.
Pleaseeeee don’t hate me, I promise I’m just your stereotypical university student.
Excluding the extraordinary place that is my university, my bedroom is the probably the space in which I think the most. So this morning I peeped my green eyes open and asked myself whether I think more in the night before I go to sleep or in the morning as soon as I wake up.
We’re exhausted in the nights (unless we have had a few coffees or red bulls, or monsters for you gamers) and groggy in the mornings – especially if we have the task of conquering a 9am start. But we can all hold hands and say that we are victims of the little demons that are Overthinking and Social Media.
As if we didn’t overthink enough before social media. Ha.
5 tweets, 1 status, a stalk on Instagram and 100 messages on your group chat later, it’s 2am now and you have to be up in 6 hours. Fuck.
Well, that’s what happened to me last night and this morning, and probably every night for the past 8 or so years.I’m also not enough of a liar (barely a liar at all), to say that this doesn’t happen to me every morning or night. Are you the same? This morning an hour and a half is the amount I spent tapping, scrolling and commenting on Instagram. Ahhh Instagram, my fave. Everyone loves a good creep.
I’m also not enough of a liar (barely a liar at all), to say that this doesn’t happen to me every morning or night. Are you the same? This morning an hour and a half is the amount I spent tapping, scrolling and commenting on Instagram. Ahhh Instagram, my fave. Everyone loves a good creep.
Have I ever committed to something as much as I commit to checking social media every morning, throughout the day, and before I go to sleep? Absolutely not.
I admit it. I am in a serious, committed relationship with social media.
Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, Tumblr, WordPress, YouTube, you name it. Just anything I can set my eyes or get my hands on.
“If you didn’t tweet about it, did it even happen?”
In a world where our smart devices have such a substantial impact on our lives, is it now the norm to think that if you don’t tweet or broadcast something major that happened in the party you went to last night, then it didn’t happen?
If you went for brunch in that really posh place in Chelsea without Instagramming your eggs Benedict, did you really go?
Yes, you did.
Except we love that feeling of dirty satisfaction after letting our social circles know what we are up to. After getting 50 likes on that photo of eggs benedict. After getting 100 retweets on that tweet about freshers. We thrive off it.
When it comes to social media, will we ever learn? Or will it always be the person we’re on a date with who we are always trying to impress?
Thanks for reading! Have a spectacular Sunday.