Mario Trifunovic

Stay or go?

I was sitting in the library, looking at the cold grey sky with it’s clouds, thinking about a question I had to answer quickly. Which movie should I watch when I come home? It was a typical day to tuck oneself up and enjoy the cold autumn rainy day at home, so why would I sit in the library on a Friday afternoon and work on a paper? “Let’s go home,” one internal voice whispered slightly. “Stay here,” another fought back. Well, what now? “Coffee?” appeared on the smartphone display. Big grin. I closed the laptop, took my books and met her halfway. We locked our stuff and walked over to the canteen.

Meanwhile I forgot about the movie question I had at the beginning. Being in company with a friend is such a gift, that you don’t even realize how many hours you spent sitting in the canteen, sipping coffee and talking about your lives and progresses.

“I did literally nothing today,” she said while taking off her glasses. Problems with the language made it difficult for her to write and finish her thesis. But another thing was the literal killer of everything: Facebook. Games, chat, scrolling the news feed… this makes it harder to stay focused. I agreed. Neither I could motivate myself to work harder — or at least — to start even working. Instead of it, I thought about which movie to watch. And I saw #blackfriday deals. One of them a new brand new television. Hm, actually it’s time for a new one.

Then I asked myself: Do I really need a new television? And how would my day look like?

For one moment I thought about, how my day would look like if I had a new smart-tv with Netflix? I would literally rush home not at 4pm CET, but 1pm. I would throw my backpack throughout the room, start Netflix and watch until night, or the next day, or whatever. But how did my day actually looked like?

12pm: Lunch with a longtime friend. I don’t even remember the last time we had lunch together. Fun time with him.
1pm: Library. Trying to work a little bit on my paper + daydreaming.
2pm: Fun time with a great friend.


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I really don’t want to discredit all the deals or social media, for I’m a young student who’s also a part of this social media generation — or like we tend to say — Generation-Y. But, didn’t we forget the real deal in our friends and the communication without smartphones? Didn’t we forget hours we could spend just enjoying the company of a real person not a notification? Didn’t we forget to enjoy the mimic and gestures that accentuated the poetic play of words used by the person who’s telling us stories, real stories? Didn’t we forget that our time is precious? Hours we could spend in doing something for our future, for the beloved ones, our family or friends, for this world? Don’t get me wrong, I beg you, but the Snap you’re currently filming, the Instastory you’re going to share, will disappear in 24 hours. And with it the time you invested making it. While you can inspire people through social media — which is pretty amazing — isn’t it, that our activity on Facebook, Instagram, Snapchat— or whatever network and app you use — is too excessive?

We tend to post literally everything. We boomerang out of boredom. We live on likes. We hope for acceptance. We love filters. We believe the lies we tell. We breathe notifications. We buy stuff we don’t even need. We hashtag for fun, not for change.

Hm, while I’m a guy in his late 20’s, who grew up in this tech generation and really loves all the stuff — from apps to smartphones and Netflix— I have many days lost in emptiness and poor motivation that is filled with meaningless stuff. I read unnecessary Wikipedia articles, watched hours of videos and had fun for a moment — but the paper didn’t finished itself.


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At the end of our coffee-time, she looked at my sweatshirt, smiled and asked, “Have you watched Brooklyn?” I said “No”, but at least I got an answer on the question I asked in the beginning. Well then, let’s give this movie a try. The stuff I have to complete, has to wait until next week. Once more.

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