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In the past year, I've realised that some of my closest friendships don't actually exist in real life.
They live inside a green chat bubble, a stream of five-minute audio notes, sent on the go, squeezed between work, gym, and dinner prep. We talk every day, yet rarely see each other.
At first, I thought it was a connection. That feeling of hearing a familiar voice in your ears on the drive home. That soft intimacy of someone saying, "Oh my god, wait till you hear this," before launching into the story of their day. But then something shifted.
Watch Amelia and Holly on Mamamia Out Loud. In this episode, they discuss 'satellite friends'. Post continues below.
The monologue friendship.
I started noticing a pattern. People, myself included, were sending monologues, not conversations.
We'd pour out five or six minutes of thoughts, feelings, and frustrations, then disappear for hours. When the reply came back, it wasn't really a response, just another standalone update. Two people venting into the same chat thread, never really listening to each other.























