Do you remember when I told you I’d lost my phone? It was a week and a half ago.
I smashed the front of my iPhone to bits and pieces.
Not clever. Believe me, I know.
Anyhow. I thought it would be a good opportunity for me to not be on-line all the time. Maybe get a little rest. The timing was almost perfect as we were going up north to visit my boyfriends brother and his wife and their mother. I was supposed to be busy with other things anyway. I thought to myself.
Did it work?
Not at all. I used my boyfriend’s phone as soon as I could. And when at home I used the laptop. As I started my new job I got a new phone.
The joy! A smart phone! Eureka!
It feels sad. Depressing kind of.
Am I that digitally addicted?
It’s something that drives me to log in everyday.
Curiosity. Being nosy, if you’d like.
I want to see what others are up to. I want to see if that photo I posted a few days ago have gotten any more likes. I want to see if I can find the perfect photo of the perfect piece of furniture on Pinterest. I want to see if the people I look up to on Twitter have posted anything funny/interesting/insightful.
And yes, of course I want to keep up with what my family and friends do. Of course.
Maybe I should try a week away from social?
Wait. Did that. Didn’t work.