It is an embarrassing truth but it must be confessed, so here it goes: My name is… Okay, I am not gonna make my confession that dramatic. Let’s start again: I love my mobile phone and cannot imagine life without it.
Now some may call me phoneaholic, but I implore you to steer clear of such accusatory labels. Yes, I am addicted to my phone, almost borderline obsession, however I do not stand alone. If I do, then I’m ready to be prosecuted with online abuse – go on, I can take it. But read this first and then decide.
Everywhere I look, I see dazed pupils and jittery fingered youngsters. The craze of mobile phones has changed the face of the world, metamorphosing our hands into texting and scrolling machines that cannot do without the sacred connection of the internet. We are used to having the world at our fingertips – quite literally – and will not settle for anything less.
My problem with mobile phones was under control until 2 years ago. If I forgot my phone at home, I wouldn’t really care since I knew nothing interesting or exciting would happen. The link between the rest of the world and me was severed by the lack of 3g internet and smartphone apps.
That’s when it happened – the marriage between social media and smartphones (at affordable prices) that essentially gave birth to the bastard race of zombified people.
Gone are the days when you had to spin the round thingy on the phone to call someone, now all you have to do is ‘say your command’. There is no need for the phone to have a mouth piece and an ear piece – you barely even have to hold the phone to have a conversation! The evolution is unbelievable, we have gone from car phones to cell phones in less than 20 years – an incredible accomplishment for mankind. Or is it?
Sometimes when I’m in a restaurant, I look around and almost 75% of the people having a meal together, whether friends, families or couples, are busy on their phone. The device does not limit us to phone calls now – we can do whatever we want, from socializing, gaming or just plain texting, the options are endless. It doesn’t end there – how many times have you been out with your friends when one of you just has to get the perfect profile picture – this ultimately ends in one person taking 10-15 shots of another in the same pose in an attempt to get the best picture ever.
Sound familiar? Well then you, my friend, are part of the zombified and stupefied generation of phoneaholics.
So what now? I am a mobile phone junkie and I admit that it can be an issue at times. Sometimes I don’t even have anything to do and I lie awake in bed scrolling Twitter, Instagram, Facebook or WordPress (I guess my problem is becoming quite apparent now). I like to think that I am not the only one – and that my problem really isn’t that bad.
When I wake up in the middle of the night – I check the time.
and then I check Facebook.
and my emails.
and then Instagram.
then I go back to sleep.
…okay – I don’t.
I quickly tweet.
then I go to sleep.
To put an end to this madness, I have started putting my phone far from my bed (part of my better sleep plan) but at this point, all I want to know is: Am I really the only one?