Timehop. Unless you’ve been hiding under a stone, is an app which allows you to see what you uploaded onto social media on this day in history.
Now, don’t get me wrong, it can be incredibly useful. As a brain-addled mum of a newborn, it tells me when Boo smiled for the first time. It allows me to calculate just how long it has been since my last, proper night out (five years this month if you’re wondering).
It also showed me that this time last year, I had washing out on the line.* Boring I know.
Speaking of boring. People of Facebook and Twitter. We follow you. You are our friends. We share the ups and downs with you day-in, day-out.
Don’t throw it back in our faces.
This is the major flaw of Timehop you see.
While showing you Boo’s first steps two or three years ago or the day Beb was born earlier this year may have been nice for my Facebook friends and Twitter followers at the time, is it really caring to share them again?
Well, basically, no. I saw them once. Please don’t
subject bore me with them again.
Yes I found it impressive that you made cheese and onion pie from scratch six years ago but really? Do I want to see it again?
No, I’m afraid I don’t.
Children grow. That is the flaw of them. Can you believe how much more hair little Bonnie** has? Well yes I can. She was six weeks old on that photo. She is 15 now.
You get the picture. Literally.
Basically, unless they are photos of my children, I don’t want to know. There, I’ve said it.
I don’t care that you were in Tenerife five years ago.
I scraped the barrel taking part in #100HappyDays myself. Don’t make me live through yours all over again.
That’s right. One of my #100HappyDays was a new table cloth.
Deal with it. I told you I scraped the barrel.
I don’t want to see your kids’ first day at school. Again.
I saw it the first time. Children start school. Big deal.
Please use Timehop for what it actually is.
A photographic reminder of birthdays, anniversaries and which competitions you entered (and failed to win).
*Just so you know, I took a photo of my washing on the line this year and updated my Facebook status, purely so I could see if it was this cold/warm next year. I have no life.
**All names have been changed. You know who you are.