I’m actually doing it! My IPhone just went up for sale on EBay. I have to admit, I feel a little bit like the guy who’s been a heavy smoker for many years and then went to throw away all the cigarettes in his house. I think they call that “anxiety”.
In the months that I’ve owned my IPhone I’ve developed what can best be described as a tick of sorts. Whenever I’m mechanically idle (i.e. my hands aren’t occupied with something), I instinctively reach for my IPhone. Most of the times that I handle that demonic brick, I don’t even have a purpose.
Usually, I’m just responding to an obsessive compulsion to review my inbox – but that only takes about 5 seconds… not nearly enough to satiate my need to interact with the beast. So, sometimes I just leisurely stroke the icons around from screen to screen… watching them bounce around happily like billowing clouds of manufactured happiness, responding to my every command with gleeful and lemming-like obedience. Sometimes I don’t even bother re-arranging icons, I just flick the desktops around. Meh.
I’m not proud of myself when I say that recently I’ve even found myself half-heartedly interacting with service personnel (cashiers, servers, waiters, etc) whilst not even bothering to look at them half of the time because I’m too busy commanding the lemming box in my hand.
I already have a problem with following many of the arbitrary social protocols that we have around these parts. I don’t need a tiny stripper in a little pocket sized black box enticing me away from physical reality at the slightest sign of mundane boredom creeping into my head. I’m too weak. I can’t resist. I just can’t. The mojo is too strong.
But it’s not just me. During any given meeting, or lunch, or break, or really any group activity - you can look around the table and see content, rosy cheeked faces being warmly illuminated by the soft, sky blue glow of the pocket siren. If you can ever pry yourself away from your own pocket siren during any such gatherings, make a conscious effort to observe the PDA habits of the group en masse. It’s kind of freaky to watch, actually.
None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they are free. - Goethe
Get thee behind me, super sexy smart-phone of the pit! By the power of E-Bay, I’m exorcising you from my life!
This is for the better! This is for the better! This is for the better! (I almost believe it…)