Social media, or more specifically, the use of mobile phones as an access point to social media, is no doubt an ongoing topic of discussion in the modern era. We check Facebook in the morning whilst still wrapped up in the bed sheets to see what we’ve missed out on over a period of 8 hours. We use Instagram to take pictures of blasé objects and cuisine to share amongst online communities. We have developed an addiction to making our whereabouts known (take Snapchat for example), and subsequently, an addiction to knowing where others are and what they are doing. This obsession has been dramatically intensified through social media.
I myself, am a culprit; checking my phone regularly throughout lectures, television programs, downtime, dinners and other social activities. Sometimes, I do this subconsciously with no intended purpose for my scrolling. This became truly apparent to me after I left my phone in my mum’s car, to which she had taken to work that morning. Moving my hand over the pocket of my jacket in search of the familiar rectangular shape, my heart skipped a beat. I panicked, knowing full well that my phone was safe and would return to me by the end of the day. I felt like something was missing, and so began to think extravagant thoughts. What if there was an emergency and someone needed me to help? What if someone noticed that my Facebook status read ‘active 8 hours ago’ and thought that something had happened to me? Ridiculous – never once had I thought about anything of this nature. Returning from work that evening, the first thing I did was check my social media accounts… not for missed calls, not for distressed messages, but for photos that had been shared that day by my friends. Really Kate?