That Sink In Feeling.
Yeah, so, like, social media. I'm weaning myself off it. The diminishing returns are diminishing me. I went and looked through the "memories" function on my Facebook page. It tells you what you were saying on Facebook last year and the year before, and the decade before that. I was pretty funny. Lots of laughs, lots of likes. People engaging, commenting, having a bit of fun. And my online voice has barely changed: Hancockesque flights of fancy: all preening vanity and intellectual peacockery, offset by self deprecation and tongue-in-cheek rants about minor inconveniences, always with the certainty that people knew I wasn't being serious, a certainty regularly crushed by people telling me these tiresome complaints were "first world problems", as if I didn't know. Even in Northern Ireland, my address is still, just about, the first world. I look at these "memories" and think: where are all these people now? Where are all the comments? Some pe...
