So there we were, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, embarking on a trip into the blogosphere with aspirations of weekly updates to keep you up to date with the general ‘goings on’ here in our nook of the world, not to mention the opportunity to impose our literary genius on the world.
And now here we are, a couple of weeks’ in and already 2 weeks late getting pen to paper – or more specifically, digit to hardware. It didn’t take long for the excuses and finger-pointing to dampen our spirits further – we’re still yet to figure out what the acceptable timeline is before you can assume you’re suffering from writer’s block – but despite the academic rift, our resolve is strong. We will persevere!
Our cultural languishing however did serve to remind us of our own individual failures with the written word, specifically when we initially embarked on our personal journey’s across the globe with promises of photo updates, postcards, letter and emails. Personally I think I even tossed up the idea of a video highlight reel prior to my first lengthy departure, and that was even BEFORE the days of the global action-cam phenomenon. How hasty and ill-prepared I was.
We know we’re not in the minority in this instance though. We get the feeling that everyone departs their family and friends with more than a few promises of staying in touch on a weekly (or sometimes daily) basis, intent on maintaining tangible contact with loved-ones regardless of distance or time-zone inconsistencies. Particularly these days when, provided your destination of choice has some sort of phone-line, it is so very easy. Gmail, Hotmail, Facebook, Facetime, Skype, Twitter, WhatsApp, MySpace, WordPress, even Snapchat, all provide a medium for us to reach out to the world in a social blitzkrieg on our loved-ones. And yet after a short while – for most of us – it will all fall by the wayside, forgotten in the same way that we forget about diet and personal hygiene.
Which only puts it into perspective just how good our elders were, back before even modems (what is this, modem, you speak of?), when it was only the written word and reliant on the postal service. Whish at the same time just re-iterates how hopelessly s#@t the rest of us are in the current day and age where it is all so decidedly easy.
In saying that though, maybe that’s the issue? Maybe it is all too easy for us, and we resign ourselves to the idea of “I can do that anytime, I’ll just do it later after I spend the rest of my day on Facebook”. Nothing proves this point quite like a rainy-day either. Or maybe we’re all just so active on our holidays that we don’t have the time to update our brethren. Besides, we’ve already done our damndest to incite jealousy in the masses before we’ve left home, with constant updates just counting down the days until we leave to our destination of choice.
Whatever it may be, we think we need to be better at this. We’re most definitely NOT advocating the idea of spending your days hashtagging everything (LUCY!), but it is a shame we tend to neglect the ones that care most about us the moment we vacate their general vacinity. So whether it’s a postcard to Mum and Dad, group email, photo-upload to Instagram, or simply a status update, just take the time to re-iterate to your loved-ones that you are indeed alive and enjoying yourself, because Facebook won’t let them know that you’re dead. Seriously, apparently in 2050 the amount of deceased accounts on Facebook will outnumber the number of living. So while you mull that statistic over, think a little harder about your social-media-ing. We know we are…