Mondays are my favourite days. That might sound strange to you but for me, Mondays are a reprieve from some of the madness that is my life. I always endeavour to spend my Monday well. I call Mondays #Mondayfunday. Yeah, it’s a hashtag, I like hashtags. BY DANIEL GETTIS
A FEW MONTHS ago though, the surf was bad, friends were busy… it was Monday, but I was bored. The laundry was done (probably because the surf was onshore and small), the cows were fed, milked and well rested. No they weren’t, because I don't live on a farm. But you get the drift… The chores were done. At last. Rest. But you know what? On this strange Monday afternoon, I found out a fascinating thing about human beings. We don't like rest. We constantly feel the need to occupy ourselves with something. So what did I occupy myself with? Scrolling… what’s scrolling? Well it’s an odd activity. It involves us moving our thumb or index finger slowly across a technical device to ensure we maintain the stimuli we are bombarded with from a wide variety of social networking platforms. Is it wrong? No. Does it feel good at the time? Yes. As I scrolled, I felt
my body surrender and sink into the lounge as I almost instinctively created a comfortable scrolling zone. Moments later (or so I thought) I glanced up at the clock only to find that I had just spent the last 2+ hours… scrolling. Surreptitiously observing everyone’s life from a distance. Honestly, I felt creepy. Then another feeling hit me: guilt. Yup, I felt guilty because I had just wasted the past 2-3 hours staring at a 15.5 x 6.5cm screen. I will never forget the words that came rocketing out of my mouth, like they had been freed from deep within me. “I must quit.” But what about all the things I would miss out on? I would miss out on the invites, the parties! Oh, the parties! The dress ups. I would miss out on knowing all about your perfect latte art (don’t get me wrong >> 17