People who are wondering idly how to sync the 3 iPads that belong to their kids. Quite a tricky problem it seems.
People who are casually catching up with a famous NZ millionaire. Or billionaire! Whatever.
People who are anxiously examining their VIP concert tickets. Several times a day.
People who are going to the exclusive A List opening of this and that to drive up ‘talkability’.
People who are excitedly boarding planes to far off exotic locations, and checkin at each airport gate.
People who are at bars and restaurants all over town. On a school night! All captured on Instagram.
Is this the new social norm? I’ve always held the view that social media gives us the feeling of having direct access to people who live lives far flung from our own. It’s a little peek into what it is like to be a successful tech entrepreneur, or a TV celebrity, or a Kiwi politician. But for most of us, those aren’t the people we call our friends – it’s just another form of voyeurism.
However, back in my world – like, the real one – it’s not all rainbows and unicorns. It’s a hard slog day in and day out and endless lists of things to do (some that probably will never get done). I don’t wake up wondering how to fill in my days – I look at my email inbox from busy times in the office, parenting school aged children and neverending house admin. I look at a mountain of laundry, and wonder idly if the noise in the tumble dryer means it will break down. I look at the steady stream of emails and wonder how many require a response. The highlight of my day is often some funny thing the kids say at breakfast. It’s nothing that going to rock anyone else’s world, but it’s the real world, and it’s mine.
Sometimes I wonder if I am the only one with a life like that, but somehow I suspect not. It is just that no-one wants to admit it.