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Real friends vs Digital friends

Real friends are great. They are there for you no matter what, in good times and bad; and all those sticky times in between. They’ve known you forever or are your new best friend. You like doing the same things together and planning for the future.

But life gets busy, people have kids or move away. You may be travelling for work and the time left for real friends becomes that 5 minutes at the end of the day before you collapse into a heap.

So what do you do?

You replace them with online friends! Online friends are great. They are there any time of the day and night and are from all over the world. They don’t care if you talk endlessly about travel, become opinionated or not answer their messages for a week.

Of course there is a danger in replacing real friends with online friends. They could not be who they say they are, they can still be mean and they may even defriend or block you. You also may never meet them in person.

And that’s great if you want to live in cyber space like most of Gen Y. And what about Millennials? Do they even know how to talk to people in real life anymore?

Digital friends can’t provide counselling on past and present issues as they are only hearing your side of the story. They can’t share a glass of wine and a meal with you or give you a real hug.

As a Gen X’er on the cusp of Y, I was very hesitant about social media. I still won’t share very personal pictures with the public. But in the age of digital transformation, does the Gen X attitude even matter anymore? It’s get on the digital train or get left behind these days.

So, no, I won’t be replacing my real friends with online friends anytime soon. But my real friends can take comfort in the fact that they won’t have to listen to my diatribe of travel obsession as I have some digital friends to ease the burden.

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How long do you wait?

I hate waiting and I hate queuing; I mean really- who likes to do either of those things.

So, how long do you wait? And for who?

For an acquaintance- maybe only 15 minutes? For a job interview- half an hour? For your best friend- a couple of hours? For the love of your life- forever?!

As a Gen Xer, I remember the time before mobile phones; when you had to be on time because if you weren’t, you would get there and the person you were meeting would have already left.

Now it seems to be acceptable that you will get that “I’m running 15 minutes late” text when it is already past the time you are meant to be met and you have already been there for a while as you arrived on time/early.

One of my cousins is a terrible offender of the waiting game, once arriving more than 2 hours late! But, she is my cousin and I know her, so now I just bring a book whenever I have to meet her. And I can see her point that it is better late than never I suppose.

Which brings me to queuing.

There was a time when I was happy to queue for anything and everything. Bars, clubs, restaurants, free stuff- it was all good.

But now I older, more time poor and often have a toddler in tow. I hate having to queue 30 minutes for a drink in a noisy bar when I can be at home sipping a chardonnay and having an actual conversation with my friend without having to shout.

The recent influx of European and US stores opening their doors to Australia like Zara, H & M, Uniqlo and Sephora; has created an influx of queuing which is mostly orchestrated and encouraged by the retailers. I know it creates a great marketing buzz, but you won’t find me in a queue that is 4 deep- I’ll just wait until next month thanks very much!

My hate of queuing has also extended to public events and toilets. Any free event where there are going to be lots of free stuff being given away= forget it. And why should you ever queue for a toilet ever- isn’t there meant to be venue requirements for this. The women’s toilets are sometimes so ridiculous that I might sneak into the men’s. And of course there are now unisex toilets which just makes it bad for everyone (in more ways than one).

Maybe I am a relic of years gone past, but time is precious…or is it that time is money? Either way I won’t be spending it waiting or queuing if I can avoid it.

This post was republished to the Hijabi Moxie paper.li

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