oh god, my phone
I have this problem I’m calling friend anxiety
actually, I should probably call it texting-people-I’m-hoping are still my friends anxiety. I know this isn’t a radical thing, everyone hates their phones. but this is my hypothesis about my particular flavor of it
Side note, im in my hometown in gujarat, visiting my parents right now and everyone is so social. grandparents, especially. they just know how to maintain relationships - something I genuinely want to get better at. it seems really nice, and im jealous, especially because I know they never had to deal with phones until recently. Now they’re insufferable with them, of course.
Also - of course I think of a comic when im visiting my home town. I can always count on Vadodara to hit me with that good old itch of devastating realization.
100% to feeling like a felon when u click on their ig stories without texting back. loving the soft yellow-green color scheme
all the words in images i could never really say out loud, thank you. it came to a point where a few weeks ago i decided to tell everyone i’m participating in an ethnographic study on the plasticity of the brain which includes replacing social media (instagram and whatsapp) for other kinds of human interaction. it’s a completely made up story, and i am loving it. i feel closer to everyone (including the ones i haven’t talked with since), the guilt and shame is gone, i’m not overwhelmed all the time, been having more time for myself without all the “shadows” and people have been reaching out in new cool ways — i think it’s fun for some too! i honestly recommend.