I never thought I would become as addicted
to social media and my iPhone as I am. Nearly two years ago I caved and got an
iPhone after months of using smoke signals and paper cups on strings to
communicate with my friends. I never looked back. But my dependence on my phone
is getting out of hand.
In Mr. Big’s (well, what else did you
expect me to nickname him) case, when he was growing up telegraphs were
probably the mode of communication most popular amongst the “kids”… I kid… but
there sure as hell wasn’t an iPhone in sight. The difference on our dependence
on technology is stark.
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I spend my day watching my phone fill up
with random rants from friends, whatsapp groups of ongoing “in” jokes and
twitter links to cats. I actually enjoy sharing my thoughts with my friends and
luckily I have friends that don’t think I am too keen when I text them what I
am eating or about the really tall man I saw on the tube.
But Mr. Big doesn’t want to text me all
day… Maybe because he spent his teens frolicking in fields instead of
frolicking on MySpace. Maybe he has better things to do, like work. Maybe
because he hates me and is busy plotting my accidental death. Who knows… All I
can be sure of is that he hasn’t become a complete and utter slave to his
phone. I’m jealous of that mindset, because I think I have real feelings for my
phone. It's strange having to censor your texting addiction... but it's made me really question whether I am TOO dependent on my phone... Perhaps I could stand to not send photos of EVERY meal I eat to my friends...
Can you bridge the technology chasm? Can a
Middle Ages’ Romeo fall for a high-tech twittering Juliet? Of course, but it
involves getting a bit more in touch with "the real world", putting down the phone and stepping away slowly… Or texting him incessantly... I'm trialling both options.
“But what if I die and I fall down in a
ditch and die?? HOW WILL YOU KNOW MR BIG?? HOW??”
“I would know if you were dead because
you’d stop texting me pictures of cats!”
“ah. Fair point.......” *hangs head in shame*
I love all of your posts! Your Mr Big sounds fascinating. How many years difference is there?
ReplyDeleteover a decade in real years but perhaps only 4 years in the way we act hihihihi
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