This morning I spent a lazy, loved up, morning with Mrs. Fish. I ate a full english (oops) and then headed to the Gaia Spa in Boringdon Hall.
Drifting from steam rooms, saunas and pools - I happened to notice a cartoon-esque (sorry to offend but that’s just what I see: botox and giant eyebrows for instagram) girl who was also at the spa with a friend.
She swiftly moved through the place, friend in tow, taking selfies at each point and presumably furiously posting them to snapchap, bookface or instagran. That’s fine, but that’s literally all she did. Like being seen to be enjoying something has become more important than enjoying it.
I am not saying that all posts on social media should conform to a standard that I set - in other words abstract snaps of abandoned fruit, paddleboards or jokes - but just doing something to record it in a selfie?!
Just a bit sad. And I mean literally sad, not lame. What is also sad is how old I sound as I read this back haha.