I no longer set a lot of store by social media because, like most things, the fascination becomes jaded through familiarity. We know the old adage that “familiarity breeds contempt”.
That eventually, and sardonically, morphed into “familiarity breeds”. Nowadays, we are left with the reality of Fomo, which, for the uninitiated, stands for “fear of missing out”, a condition that obtains because of the insidious manner in which social media has invaded, colonised and completely taken over our lives.
Staying in this area, I am not that dumb to imagine that the cellphone, arch role-player in the social media stakes, is of no import. It’s just that I become less and less enamoured of its insidious wiles. But now and again it gives my angling mind a surprising little bite…
