Missing Out

While we’re on the topic of technology, I’ve got two friends who, it is safe to say, are very keen on (possibly addicted to?) a photo-publishing app that shall not be named but was recently bought by a social media sight that also shall not be named for a mere $1 billion (USD). Every social event results in pictures on their phones and this has caused perhaps the first serious disagreement of opinion between us. Basically, I am absolutely adverse to cellphones being used for non-emergency purposes at social events (for clarification, an ’emergency’ is any text or call from a parent because they freak when you don’t reply promptly and any news regarding the death of a loved one, that is all). I find it insulting and rude when my friends would rather communicate with someone else that me, who is right there in front of them. And I seriously don’t give a rats about a photo of what Kim Kardashian had for dinner.

The most interesting thing about these photo-publishing apps is that they include everyone who chooses to be included in what you are doing in a way never before available. In the past you could always tell people about the party you went to, your outfit, the view from your hotel room, or you could take pictures and upload them or show them later. But now, if we choose it, there is instant visual representation of our every move, other people can now see what we’re seeing, only moments afterwards. It means that no longer are our friends missing out on things, because they can be right there with us. It’s killing the need for conversation too. No longer do I need to ask my friends what they did on the weekend, where they went for brunch, what they ate, who with and who wore what, because there is a picture available on my social media feed with all that information. (And no, I’m not willing to give up that part of my life just yet)

To make matters worse, the other side of the coin is that it is making FOMO (fear of missing out) more prevalent because our friends who are doing much more fun things than us can show us. Instead of having to wait for the email, or even the status updates, we can see the blue water of a tropical island, the inside of a British pub or the hot boys on the streets of Paris. When you’re sitting at a desk, none of this is conducive to feelings of joy for that other person, it only sparks study-boredom fueled hatred.

Pictures are wonderful, they speak a thousand words, but I would rather hear those words from the mouths of my friends when I ask for them, instead of from the photos that are doing all the talking and leaving no suspense.

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1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. President STMC WA
    Nov 07, 2012 @ 08:11:32

    Love this insight! Too True!

    Reply

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