I get a ping from the family group chat, which doubles as an IT helpdesk for my mum. My best friend just FaceTimed me about a White Lotusepisode, and another left a voice note crying about a possible diagnosis. All this, lodged between videos of cats and genocide.
The boundaries between reception and responsehave collapsed.
I’m switching lanes like a Subway Surfer. Digital whiplash has branded itself on to my cheek.
Understandable and fair.
In a way it’s a nice problem to have that so many real life people you know are communicating with you that you can’t keep up with it. Certainly better than the lonliness of the opposite. Me, I’d prioritize all those, work second, and skip the social media roadshow. I’d bet the overwhelm comes mostly from sources that people aren’t actually connected to in any way, and I hope history looks back on that and laughs.
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