The Connected Addiction

What’s the one gadget I can’t live without but I wish I could? It’s the obvious but true choice: my cellphone.

Mobile, cell, smartphone, whatever you want to call it, it’s easily the one object that I’ve come to rely on so heavily, if I’m without it for longer than an hour—sometimes even 30 minutes—I begin to feel what I can only describe as a mild form of panic. I NEED to find out if someone’s called me, texted me, emailed me, gchatted me, facebooked me and even tweeted me. It’s a bit ridiculous just how “connected” I need to feel when in actuality it distances me from the real world.

How many times do you go to a restaurant and see two people sitting right across from each other and instead of conversing, their heads are down, eyes glued to the screens of their iPhones barely registering the fact that there’s another human being directly in front of them? If you haven’t noticed before, take a second to look around you and I’m sure the number you see will surprise you.

Even the simplest things like being on time to meet a friend is taken for granted with the advent of the cellphone. Think about it: you’re running 5 minutes late and instead of feeling bad you simply pick up your phone, call your friend and let them know you’re a bit tardy. I remember when I was still in high school I always made sure I was at least 5 minutes early because there was no way to contact someone if I was late… unless they had a beeper but I wasn’t chic enough for that.

In any case, I used to practice turning off my phone for at least an hour during the day and I’m thinking I should start doing that again but it’s just to hard to do that in my line of work. I’m constantly emailed and expected to respond immediately. Everyone is. I know that even I—the endorser of “patience is a virtue”—feel my blood start to boil when someone I work with doesn’t respond quickly with an answer I need.

Time is money. Money is time.

If I only I could buy more hours in a day.

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