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Are we caught in a culture of never-ending catch-ups? | Dazed

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After locking in plans with friends, I often send the following text: “I’m excited to catch up!” Said dinner or drinks may be days, weeks or even months in advance, but finding an allotted slot to chat about our lives feels in the moment like investing in the friendship. Then, we both get back to the monotony of busy schedules, commitments and workout, skincare, haircare and whatever-other-care routines – knowing that a “catch up” is imminent; a time to finally debrief about our thoughts and feelings with people we want to speak with the most. But my friendships haven’t always existed in this liminal space of over-planned hangouts. In college, for example, most days were spent sharing moments with friends. We’d go to class, play music while getting ready at home and then go out together. In the morning, we’d call to debrief on the evenings that (usually) we were all there for. That isn’t to say there aren’t moments where life feels like this – but, often, our now-adult schedules get in

After locking in plans with friends, I often send the following text: “I’m excited to catch up!” Said dinner or drinks may be days, weeks or even months in advance, but finding an allotted slot to chat about our lives feels in the moment like investing in the friendship. Then, we both get back to the monotony of busy schedules, commitments and workout, skincare, haircare and whatever-other-care routines – knowing that a “catch up” is imminent; a time to finally debrief about our thoughts and feelings with people we want to speak with the most. But my friendships haven’t always existed in this

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