The other day I stumbled across this blog post and I absolutely love it.
Long live the group chat.
I couldn’t agree more – my group chats on WhatsApp mean everything to me. They’re my way of staying connected to the people who matter to me on a daily or near-daily basis.
I love knowing that my closest friends are just a message away, whether it’s to ask for advice, telling them I’m having a shit day or sending them a really unflattering photo of my bump in big old lady pants (I did this just a few weeks ago).
We also went through a phase of sending each other a photo of our current view. Mine was often Brighton’s Pavilion Gardens if I was in my lunch break or my computer screen if I was still stuck at the desk. It made us feel physically closer even when in reality we were a few hundred miles apart.
Even now that I’ve moved to the Midlands and I live closer to a lot of my friends, we don’t see each other all the time as life gets in the way, so good old WhatsApp steps in to ensure we keep in touch regularly. It means that our conversations are frequent enough to cover the silly things like what we’re having for dinner, what happened in last night’s Great British Bake Off and why our boyfriends are annoying us rather than just an overview of a whole month or two which we’d do if we didn’t speak as often – and so then only focusing on the bigger details such as how work is going and if we’re planning on booking a holiday soon. Still important stuff but you miss the finer points and the essence of why you’re friends in the first place.
And the great thing is that unlike a phone call (where inevitably we play phone tennis, constantly missing each other’s calls), you can pick up the messages whenever you’re next free. It might be five minutes later or it might be five hours later, but the conversation never stops. It just continues over days, weeks and months.
I also have a new WhatsApp group set up of the mums-to-be that I’ve recently met through antenatal classes and I have no doubt this group will be a lifeline too. When we’re all in that awake-at-3am, why-won’t-my-baby-sleep/eat/burp/let-me-put-them-down phase, I know they’ll be who I’ll turn to because they’ll be going through the exact same thing.
They will keep me going, just like my besties sharing links to toe curlingly lovely dovey snaps of John Torode by Lisa Faulkner keep me going. Long live the group chat indeed.