We all do it, sitting in front of our computers, knowing that we shouldn't be. Procrastinating.
It took me thirteen hours to write 1500 words earlier this week; the last six-hundred took me somewhere in the region of twenty minutes. Why the extra time? Well amongst other things, Facebook. There's something about Facebook isn't there? The ease at which we can burn away a day doing nothing but clicking and looking? The worst thing is I don't really think that this is a bad thing.
The time our elders spent sitting doing nothing is the time we spend being an online socialite, talking to people we wouldn't ordinarily have the nerve, or the interest, to talk to. It also allows people to keep in touch from distance without actually talking. You can see through photographs and the like what they are doing, and don't have to have that awkward moment in which they speak to you and you have to run away because of a prior engagement. Convenience personified.
There is, however, a new feature that means that we can know if we're getting the silent treatment ,or being ignored. I DON'T WANT THAT?! I mean yes, fair enough, they might have had to do the aforementioned 'run-away-for-prior-engagement' but then paranoia kicks in, we fear not being liked, particularly with traditional British reservation that means that we don't confront our issues head on, this means that being able to know categorically that someone doesn't wish to speak to you, or at least being made to think like that. It is not good.
This has been my procrastination for the day, until my ukulele arrives. wey.
