Choose bring old enough, to see history repeating itself. Female prime minster like; when you were a child. Spice girls, in 90s and now giving birth. More sinister the perceived threat of exclusion of sections of population like in the Holocaust.
Choose your time to be angry and engaged in politics; Brexit, Trump’s travel ban, attending demos outside town and city hall. Like those when you were growing up were angry about Thatcher, poll tax and other topics you were oblivious to at the time.
Choose brain being overloaded with usernames and passwords. Choose forgotten password option.
Choose instead of overhearing conversations at school about what cool kids are doing, seeing what ‘friends’ are up to without you from their Facebook posts; travel, nights out, weddings and children.
Choose being addicted to your phone. All so safe, alone at home, with only your phone. Choose nearly constantly, holding your phone to check e-mails, whatsapp, Facebook, step count, word games, turning heating up on Hive app.
Choose feeling superior because at least you don’t use your phone on toilet.
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