I was out at the shops the other day doing your usual SAHM things; grabbing some groceries, avoiding those life-sapping little merry-go-rounds and taking a detour past the bottle shop for some of Mama's special cordial, when I bumped in to a friend.
An actual friend, that I met in real life before we became Facebook friends. I know, right! You didn't think they still existed in my world, but they do!
It had been a few months since we'd seen each other so we started chatting to find out what each other was up to.
Glow: "Hey! How are you? How's the new job?"
Friend: "Oh my god hello! It's been so long! Yeah the new job is going really well, I'm really liking it. Haven't figured out how to use the company Twitter account yet, I'll have to pick your brain on that soon."
Glow: "You'll get the hang of it, it's just a lot of talking to yourself, much like parenting, actually. Speaking of which, how is your gorgeous spawn?"
Friend: "He's good! At home with Daddy at the moment so I've escaped. Enough about me, how are YOU?"
Glow: "Oh I'm OK, just got back from a week away in Jurien."
Friend: "I saw! That place looked horrible, I can't believe that they'd let people in with that much filth. I hope you got your money back."
Glow: "Yeah we did. Other than that I'm just working on a conference and doing some paid writing"
Friend: "Oh I saw that, that's brilliant."
Glow: "Right, OK" *looks around* "Ummm."
Friend: "Is this weird? This is weird. I know your whole life."
Friend: "I'm not a stalker, promise. Wait, Glow, come back... come back! I promise!!!"
And that is how blogging has killed the art of conversation. I have nothing new to say to my friends when I see them that they haven't already read, so the fine dance, the to-ing and fro-ing with tales and stories is over.
Video killed the radio star. Blogging killed conversation. May they rest in peace.
When people ask how you are, do you answer "You mean you don't you read my blog?"