I can’t live without my phone. And I’m not afraid to admit it.
I recently spent two days without a functioning phone, and I barely survived.
I know it seems overdramatic. But before you jump to any conclusions about my sanity and condemn me as typical Gen Y – let’s break it down.
Two days is 48 hours. In that time, I missed out on checking Facebook approximately thirty-two thousand times. I was forced to skip five hundred and sixteen breaking news updates. I missed one million text messages and forty trillion phone calls. (These figures are estimates only).
I know that some people would have used this time an as opportunity to ‘get back to nature’. A perfect excuse to be free from the technological prison that our phones keep us locked in. To feel the temperature outside and the wind on their skin instead of checking the weather forecast. To look into the eyes of the people they love instead of tweeting about them. A chance to really be present in their surroundings.
And I would have loved to have done those things…
But I was so distracted with worry about my phone (WHAT IF IT NEVER GETS FIXED? WILL I HAVE TO LIVE THIS WAY FOREVER?) that it was impossible.