I’m pretty sure there’s the plot of a Stephen King novel in this somewhere; if only I were clever enough to write it.
Snapchat was the first time I didn’t get it, and still don’t. It was the first time I felt I’d crossed the yearning chasm of youth and was looking back from the other side. It was the first time that I realised Facebook was for the old people (anyone over 25) and that I would never again feel the excitement of feeling a part of something new; instead I would be worried about things like privacy, GDPR, and wasting time.
Yes, there are things like Trump and Brexit which I will never fully understand and took me by surprise, but they didn’t knock my consciousness like the Snapchat revelation. But Snapchat wasn’t the last time I would be knocked sideways by my failing youth.
And yesterday it happened again.
This absolutely isn’t a New Year resolution. It isn’t. It just happens to start on January 1st 2019 and finish on December 31st, that’s all. I just need to kick myself into gear and write more, so that’s what this is all about.