I am fortunate enough to have 'real life' friends, from when I was growing up ('Village Friends'), school friends, university friends, college friends, work friends, friends of friends and now, since emigrating, Swedish friends. But thrown into that heady mix are online friends, online friends who have become 'real life' friends and 'real life' friends who are now just online friends.
They need well-meaning but absent relatives not to ply them with guilt-induced technology, and peers who don't have the latest gadgets to wave in their faces. Perhaps more controversially, or at least, realistically, parents need to be recompensed for the things that historically they have done for love.
Boredom reminds me of water that's put under pressure in a steam engine - if you open the tank slightly once in a while to release the pressure, the water will eventually all boil away, and the engine won't work. But if you keep it under pressure all the time, the steam might become so intense that it will make the engine work and the machine will start moving.
Starting this January, I slowly began to retrain my thinking. I vowed to only do one thing at a time whether that be answering my emails, walking the dogs or cooking dinner. It hasn't been easy. My phone is like an excited toddler, constantly vying for my attention with it's emails, texts, app's and its near permanent internet connection.