It's really boring having to come to the airport so early.
I reckon I am not used to travelling alone (yet). We were always the J.I.T. type of travellers. I think my poor planning is a downside of travelling alone. I can no longer rely on my other half to plan timing and precision. She's probably in heaven laughing at my stupidity. I guess that's how all my holidays will be like, in future, until another butler comes into my life. I am simply a poor time planner.
Now, sitting on the not so comfortable sofa in the airport lounge, I decide to scroll all my social media accounts, insta, fb etc.
Two weeks before I departed Singapore, I decided to deactivate all of my social media accounts. I felt that they were becoming a burdensome chore, despite growing up, enjoying the connections, and spending a large part of my adult life with these socialisation tools. It was a spur of moment decision. I wanted to regain some sanity, and to prevent myself from getting religiously glued to them. Then, I really felt that social media has mentally exhausted me.
Three days ago, I decided to reactivate these accounts again.
And now, I have people asking me where I am, how I have been, is my life ok or if I am going through a difficult period of my life.
I feel sort of funny.
If these people are so concerned about me, especially those who know my mobile number and email, why can't they contact me directly via sms, call or email, instead of doing it online?
Maybe now I know who's really a real friend, and who's not?
