Wow, I discovered something about myself today and it isn’t pretty. I am addicted, I know what you’re thinking, but, no. I am addicted to my phone. When did this happen?
Today is a town day. Please understand that this takes much mental preparation- firstly, I have to get out of my pyjamas, do my hair and makeup(but even on a good day this is optional), then I have to deal with people. Ugh, people.
So off to town, in this frigid weather, singing to the radio and I have a heart stopping moment....I forgot my phone. Queue heart palpitations. I seriously thought about turning around and going home and I was at the Clearwater bridge!! I could throw a rock and hit Rocky! I was struggling with problem solving. How could I survive for 4 hours without my phone?! And what was my phone going through?!
I am not one of those people that is on my phone constantly. I do not have it on the table with me when we are out for supper. I very seldom have a conversation with a person face to face while having another conversation via text. It is extremely rude. But my phone has my grocery list, my to do list for town, access to my accounts, Suduko and Facebook - you know essentials.
The other problem is Apple. I have an iPhone, iPad, iMusic, iMac, iPods ......I am an iWhore. Apple has me. I cannot ever leave. God damn corporations. Steve Jobs was brilliant. What a marketing genius.
So now here I am. In town with only my IPad (I am not a caveman, I do have some form of technology but alas, no wifi) trying to remember my grocery list, all the places I need to go to town today, what time I am meeting Dennis for lunch, hoping Jen isn’t trying to text me from Mexico and worrying about the price of oil. Oh the humanity!
I also joined Noom - fucking phone is also my pedometer! Now Noom isn’t going to know how incredibly active I am today. She will never believe me. I haven’t left the couch in a week and now, the ONE DAY I am doing something my phone remains on my couch and I am not!
The other discovery I have made is that I don’t care about my bottle of red blend that is at home only my phone. I think this is really putting my life in perspective. Phone = problem. Red Wine = acceptable vice. Well that is
Wow, I discovered something about myself today and it isn’t pretty. I am addicted, I know what you’re thinking, but, no. I am addicted to my phone. When did this happen?
Today is a town day. Please understand that this takes much mental preparation- firstly, I have to get out of my pyjamas, do my hair and makeup(but even on a good day this is optional), then I have to deal with people. Ugh, people.
So off to town, in this frigid weather, singing to the radio and I have a heart stopping moment....I forgot my phone. Queue heart palpitations. I seriously thought about turning around and going home and I was at the Clearwater bridge!! I could throw a rock and hit Rocky! I was struggling with problem solving. How could I survive for 4 hours without my phone?! And what was my phone going through?!
I am not one of those people that is on my phone constantly. I do not have it on the table with me when we are out for supper. I very seldom have a conversation with a person face to face while having another conversation via text. It is extremely rude. But my phone has my grocery list, my to do list for town, access to my accounts, Suduko and Facebook - you know essentials.
The other problem is Apple. I have an iPhone, iPad, iMusic, iMac, iPods ......I am an iWhore. Apple has me. I cannot ever leave. God damn corporations. Steve Jobs was brilliant. What a marketing genius.
So now here I am. In town with only my IPad (I am not a caveman, I do have some form of technology but alas, no wifi) trying to remember my grocery list, all the places I need to go to town today, what time I am meeting Dennis for lunch, hoping Jen isn’t trying to text me from Mexico and worrying about the price of oil. Oh the humanity!
I also joined Noom - fucking phone is also my pedometer! Now Noom isn’t going to know how incredibly active I am today. She will never believe me. I haven’t left the couch in a week and now, the ONE DAY I am doing something my phone remains on my couch and I am not!
The other discovery I have made is that I don’t care about my bottle of red blend that is at home only my phone. I think this is really putting my life in perspective. Phone = problem. Red Wine = acceptable vice. Well that is reassuring.
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