I left my cell phone at home a few weeks back. I couldn’t make or take calls. I couldn’t text. I couldn’t check my e-mail. But the most disturbing part of it – I couldn’t entertain myself.
Honestly. I was like a frantic puppy that had his favorite chew toy taken away.
I was driving for an hour or so, and I couldn’t sit still. I talked to myself. I scanned anxiously through radio stations, and when I found a song or program I liked, I changed it again, just so I had something to do with my hands.
Sad, right?
I was never going to be that guy. For years, I refused to get a smart phone. I was very happy with my geriatric flip model, and when I finally gave in, I was sure I wouldn’t use it more than a few times a day.
Whoops.
Within a week after I got my new phone, I became addicted. Now, I can’t put it down, and when I do, I feel completely lost.
Sure, it’s about the contact – it’s great to keep in touch with old friends and family. But I’m afraid for me it’s become even more about keeping busy. With texting, emails and the Internet all just a few keys away, there’s no excuse to be disconnected – from work, friends or the world.
Maybe I’ll have to forget my phone at home more often.
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