‘Doctor, Doctor, I’m addicted.’
‘Yes, to this little white device that fits in my pocket…’
It’s true. I frown on those who text at the dinner table or gaze at the little screen as they would into their lover’s eyes, but it’s no secret that I belong to the clan.
It’s a weakness
How to wean myself off?
I’ve tried setting targets: no emailing before breakfast, silencing text alerts, ignoring the ‘Ooh, I’ll just look that up…’ impulse.
Nothing works. Ah, I am weak, where my phone is concerned. Its pull is irresistible.
Put a chocolate bar in my cupboard and three weeks later it’ll still be there, unnibbled. Offer me a glass of wine before 6pm – alright, 5pm – and I can say ‘No’. Honestly, I can.
But ping me a text and I have the devil’s own job not to read it instantly.
Is it about wanting to feel loved and needed? A desperate desire for connection?
I don’t really care why I do it. I just know I want to do it rather less.
How much time?
I thought I’d keep a little log of how much time I spend fiddling about on the net.
And then I’d ask myself a burning question, like might I not develop my blog mightily, or write a play, or learn to play a piano sonata, or make a velvet cushion, or all the above, in the time that I currently spend tinkering with my phone?
I learned quite a bit from that exercise. First, it’s impossible to chart accurately how many hours disappear down the Internet plug hole because it’s happening constantly, in fragments.
Second, I am more than a little terrified of that blog-development idea. Having far too little time lets me off the hook nicely.
Take a risk
Have a think. What are you not risking, in all that time you’re spending on your phone?
As for how to loosen the grip, try this, I dare you. Turn off the phone – there’s a button for that, you know. Open a drawer. Drop phone in drawer. Close drawer. Lock, if possible. Go do something exciting or lovely for a while, and forget all about phones.
Let me know what happens. Meanwhile, I’m off to read up on WordPress. Over and out.