Monday night, there was a crisis. I misplaced everything. My address book, calculator, metronome, tuner, camera, credit card machine, flashlight, scriptures, alarm clock, TV, the book I was reading AND my computer.
I'm talking, of course, about my phone. When I got home from teaching at the shop at 9:30, the familiar bulk of my phone in my coat pocket wasn't there. Scott had been trying to call me, too. He was worried that I hadn't picked up and the roads were icy. The phone wasn't in its usual pocket of my purse, either. What was I going to do for the next two hours?! I know! Check my messages. Oh, wait. Read my book, disengage from technology! No. That would be on the Kindle app. Answer emails. Uh-uh. OK then, I'll just read the newspaper. Sorry, Flipboard, my digital newspaper, is on the phone! I could message my friends or family on Whatsapp and tell them how funny it is that I don't have my phone. Doh! Well, I'll call my mom.
I'm slow. It's like when the power goes off and you keep flipping switches anyway. I was naked without my device! I was not only naked, I was handicapped. Well, this would be a good chance to interact with the people around me. I could text Ruby in the basement and have her come upstairs to talk to me. No? Oh, I know! I could call Golda and have her swing by the shop on her way home and get the phone!
I think what I ended up doing was watching Scott with envy as he watched SportsCenter on his phone. Then I went to sleep and dreamed that my poor little phone was dropped in a puddle in the parking lot, shivering and lost, freezing to death. Do we need to mention the word "addiction?"
When I found the phone, safe and sound in the shop the next morning, I even said to it, "We need to reevaluate our relationship." Then I gave it a little hug. Just a little one, because I don't have a problem. I could walk away anytime. Just...no further than an arm's length.
I'm talking, of course, about my phone. When I got home from teaching at the shop at 9:30, the familiar bulk of my phone in my coat pocket wasn't there. Scott had been trying to call me, too. He was worried that I hadn't picked up and the roads were icy. The phone wasn't in its usual pocket of my purse, either. What was I going to do for the next two hours?! I know! Check my messages. Oh, wait. Read my book, disengage from technology! No. That would be on the Kindle app. Answer emails. Uh-uh. OK then, I'll just read the newspaper. Sorry, Flipboard, my digital newspaper, is on the phone! I could message my friends or family on Whatsapp and tell them how funny it is that I don't have my phone. Doh! Well, I'll call my mom.
I'm slow. It's like when the power goes off and you keep flipping switches anyway. I was naked without my device! I was not only naked, I was handicapped. Well, this would be a good chance to interact with the people around me. I could text Ruby in the basement and have her come upstairs to talk to me. No? Oh, I know! I could call Golda and have her swing by the shop on her way home and get the phone!
I think what I ended up doing was watching Scott with envy as he watched SportsCenter on his phone. Then I went to sleep and dreamed that my poor little phone was dropped in a puddle in the parking lot, shivering and lost, freezing to death. Do we need to mention the word "addiction?"
When I found the phone, safe and sound in the shop the next morning, I even said to it, "We need to reevaluate our relationship." Then I gave it a little hug. Just a little one, because I don't have a problem. I could walk away anytime. Just...no further than an arm's length.
2 comments:
hahaha! Me too.
I didn't have my phone once and was LOST without it. No phone numbers and no schedule. It is horrible to be so dependent on such a little device!
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