In my recent reflections I realized how instagram was almost sabotaging friendship altogether.
We’re all in the habit of going on there multiple times a day and checking what each other are upto without any genuine human to human interaction.
Stories, posts and reels do a lot of good in giving us the illusion of being in touch.
But I don’t wanna define ‘touch’ as me absorbing a broadcast from you. You’re not the news, you’re my friend, a person I know deeply and one who has nuances.
One whom I share a relationship with, a context with, someone who I am weaving my own story with. One who makes sure to drop a dad joke or two in while talking to me, knowing that I’ll chuckle :)
This story that you share in the form of ‘stories’, is rather incomplete - it’s bland - it’s worse than abstract art.
It helps me think of you, and assume a story of how you’ve been and what you’re doing, but takes me away from the pleasure of sitting with you over a beverage and our favourite snacks and talking all about it.
It takes me away from the pleasure of observing what a beautiful person you are when you talk about things that move you, or when you bitch about that one guy.
When I assume a ‘story’ from your story, and when you ‘assume’ that your work of being ‘in-touch’ is done, that’s a real loss right there.
Send me a text, call me, visit me, whenever you find time. Even if it’s once in a century, I’d rather dedicate my time and my being to catching up with you than do a half ass job looking at the snapshot of a few seconds from your life.
I don’t wanna see your stories, I wanna listen to them. For hours n hours, As my appetite for your words, has no end.