I dote on its absence. I'm in love with its void. Partly, it's the reduced pressure to keep in the loop. The gnawing worry SOMETHING is happening SOMEWHERE and I had better check in with the world every ten seconds to FIND OUT has had its teeth pulled.
But more so, I'm pleased by the healthy beating my ego has taken. Because I don't deserve a smartphone. There's nothing I need to say or do or tweet that justifies handing me a palm-sized computer, let alone the slave labour and technical wizardry that went into making it. It's too good for me. The Universe knows it. It hated me having an smartphone. And these past two weeks, in the absolutely smallest way, there's been a slightly improved cosmic balance because of my being unAndroided.
That feeling you have of being one percent more at ease? That was me.
My smartphone is on its way back. It's made a full recovery, according to the store. Which is too bad. Next time, I'll request the Just A Little Broken special like the hip kids do, keeping a slew of food porn, cat pics and mistyped tweets at bay. When my smartphone loses, everybody wins. Even me.
Sounds like bliss. I do hate that I love it so much :-sReplyDelete
(Un)fortunately, my Android just came back in the mail. But maybe I've broken my addiction?ReplyDelete
So, did you break the addiction? I lost my smartphone yesterday, and it's amazing how chaotic I feel. I didn't know how much I depended on it, until yesterday it became clear how many times I reach for it "for a quick check". So this is what cold turkey feels like...ReplyDelete
I haven't ramped up to the full "check every minute" addiction I used to have, but I can feel it setting in. Fortunately I lost the little plug that lets me recharge my smartphone in the wall, so it's often out of juice lately.Delete
My forgetful mind comes through for a win!
Are you getting a new one or turning over a new, anti-smartphone leaf?