Your Facebook messenger is filled with notifications that you haven't got around to replying to yet, your next three weekends are booked up with birthday, engagement and 'any excuse’ parties, your alarm is going off persistently to remind you to get off your arse and go to the gym, you're trying to secure a date, catch up on 'Girlboss' on Netflix, finish those assignments and get more than six hours of sleep, all whilst remembering that pasta and cheese is not an adequate diet..... HOLY SHIT! Apple, where's the aeroplane mode for life?!
Now I don't consider myself to be overly popular; I know I ain’t Regina George. However for the past few months nearly every hour of every day has been completely planned out for me. I do enjoy being busy but I also enjoy not wearing pants, listening to 90's music and just taking some serious me time. Not wearing pants is an essential part of life that, quite frankly, I've really been missing out on lately.
When did we all get so busy? Trying to organise a simple lunch with a few friends turns into making a spreadsheet to find out everyone's availabilities, only to find that you then can't decide on a cafe because one of your friends is vegan, and you're craving a double beef burrito. Even staying on top of all those Facebook messages becomes a tedious task (curse the handy yet exasperating advent of the ‘group chat’!) You think that you're going to reply properly, with time and thought put into your response, only to wind up replying two weeks later with a shitty response like 'hey sorry - was super busy! How's life?' And if someone was to ask you 'how's life,' you'd probably roll your eyes at their attempt to make conversation and think to yourself 'my life is too fucking hectic to deal with this small talk' but instead craft a tactful response of, 'busy, but good thanks, how’s your cat?’
Part of me thinks that as young people trying to figure out this whole 'adulting' business, we have no idea what we're doing. We look at our friends, colleagues and peers and immediately compare ourselves. We see them going to the gym, so we sign up to yoga classes. We see them learning how to use Excel, so we watch YouTube tutorials. We see them travel, so we open a savings account to book that ticket, only to remember that bills are due this week so there goes that idea.
We're constantly connected to others through our phones and when we get a life update from them it’s usually in the form of an Instagram post with a beautiful Valencia filter (the Valencia filter is bomb). It's their little way of saying 'omg my life is great and look at all the amazing things I'm doing,' and even if we don't realise it, we feel the pressure to do more and be more. What ever happened to just being who we are?
So, can there be an aeroplane mode for life? To shut off that phone, turn off notifications, pick up that book, those pencils, and paints, get outside, get messy, get dirty, start a conversation, smile, eat and sing at the top of your lungs, make plans to not make plans and put your life on aeroplane mode, just for a weekend. Oh and absolutely take those bloody pants off as you tune out!
Adelaide is a twenty something human and yes that is her real name. She doesn’t go far without her Doc Martens and a skinny cappuccino. She loves travelling and thinks it’s the best way to meet exciting men (people). When she’s not at uni or daydreaming at the beach, you will find her writing on her blog A Worldly Addiction.