Something to be said for being in our own worlds at home. The always connected kills the novelty. Now we’re just depleted IRL and dread the phone ringing.
I was thinking the other day about playdates. They could show up anywhere in a window of hours and you run to look out the door at every passing car.
Now I text my friends, “running late. You guys doing dinner there or should I plan on feeding him when I get home?” Everything sounds more taxing and manual but you did less, valued what you did, and the pace was slower. I love my instant gratification, ordering products from the couch instead of Saturdays being spent going from retailer to retailer. But it’s empty.
Something to be said for being in our own worlds at home. The always connected kills the novelty. Now we’re just depleted IRL and dread the phone ringing.
I was thinking the other day about playdates. They could show up anywhere in a window of hours and you run to look out the door at every passing car.
Now I text my friends, “running late. You guys doing dinner there or should I plan on feeding him when I get home?” Everything sounds more taxing and manual but you did less, valued what you did, and the pace was slower. I love my instant gratification, ordering products from the couch instead of Saturdays being spent going from retailer to retailer. But it’s empty.