Nowadays, social media is where many of us first run to when we suffer a broken heart or when something goes wrong in our lives.
And then you wake up in the morning and realise what a blunder you made, but by then, the video showing your meltdown will have done rounds.
A couple of friends and I were having a conversation the other day, where we unanimously agreed that we are glad we did not grow up in the age of social media. We were especially relieved that the utterly foolish things we did in our youth are not immortalised somewhere, where they can be unearthed at will and displayed for the world to see, simply because we did not have phones and the other assortment of gadgets at our disposal today.
Those days, before the internet took over, if you were inconsolable because your boyfriend or girlfriend left you for someone better, you either found a way to patch up your broken heart in private, cried yourself to sleep, or sought a close friend and poured out your grief to them. I’d imagine that this was the same scenario when married couples were going through an especially difficult spell, separated or divorced.
