I saw comedian Greg Davis in Whistable on Sunday... or did I?
I did. But, like a modern twist on the whole ‘an unseen tree falls in the forest’ conundrum, I didn’t take a picture and put it online.
So did it happen?
I have evidence I ventured into Wagamamas for the first-ever time because, before I’d even lifted a chopstick, I’d taken a photo of the dish and sent it to my sister. It’s not that I didn’t think she would believe me if I just told her with words.
I suppose it is because I could.
And they say sharing is caring... but is it?
At first when I saw reports my generation value experiences over possessions, it made me really chuffed.
After all, it sounds positive. You know, in an up-and-at-them climbing mountains, seeing sunrises, you-only-live-once sort of way, which is surely a nicer option than hoarding designer handbags?
At a time when owning houses and cars is on the decline, eating out and going to gigs is still going strong...
You only have to head to any social media to know that, which is the catch and also poses the question – why do we want the ‘experience’? To enjoy it or to boast?
Or perhaps do we not trust our grey matter to remember without taking a snap?
All these options are worrying.
And, as a result, online profiles become like open diaries – with a vintage filter and flattering perspective applied, of course.
You don’t see people sharing that they’ve been in their pyjamas since they got home or took the bins out which gives a false insight to things.
Especially if you are reading other people’s adventures while you wait for your dinner of leftovers to heat up.
Personally, I think nothing beats sharing things in person, even if it means they might steal a bite.