
Right now, I’m watching Instagram Stories like they’re the 6pm news.
Whether we’re best mates or work colleagues, or if we crossed paths once eight years ago or have never met, I know how you spent your weekend in isolation because I spent my weekend in isolation watching it unfold on Instagram. And if I’m honest, it made me feel a bit crap.
My weekend wasn’t wholesome or productive. It wasn’t even Instagram-worthy. I spent it consuming packets of BBQ Shapes and Twisties watching The Night Manager, splitting my time commuting between my bed, the couch and the balcony. I’m sure I’m not the only one whose weekend looked like this, or who caught isolation FOMO (fear of missing out) seeing people on social media seemingly living their best lockdown lives.