This week's "Friday Fixation" is all about location sharing. There was a time in my life when sharing my location meant something. It was reserved for long-term partners, airport pickups, or "text me when you get home" energy. It had the air of intimacy. Of commitment. Of trust. But at some point — things changed.
Now? I share my location with what I can only describe as a mid-sized committee. Not just best friends. Not even exclusively people I see every week. I'm talking about a rotating cast of acquaintances, group-chat affiliates, and friends of friends, who, for reasons I cannot fully explain, have full access to my coordinates at any given moment. And honestly? I don't think twice about it.
Although I don't do it often, there is something deeply entertaining about opening the Find My app while sitting alone on my couch and seeing twenty dots scattered across the United States. (And sometimes in other countries altogether!) It's like a low-stakes version of "The Sims." She's at a wine bar. He's still at Equinox. Someone is at their ex-boyfriend's house. (Admittedly, that last one used to often be me, but I'm reformed now, I swear.) I don't need this information, and yet, sometimes I absolutely open the app just to see what's going on. Not because I'm worried. Not because I need to coordinate. Just because it's there. Some people doom-scroll. I, occasionally, will dot-scroll.
Call it safety. Call it convenience. Call it a very subtle form of digital voyeurism. Whatever it is, I'm here for it.
Double Dog Dare You: This weekend, turn your location off for one hour and see if it feels scandalous.
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