It’s time we had a talk. Yep, you, the one reading this post right now on your phone, iPad, or laptop. You, with the confused and slightly skeptical look on your face. It’s time for you and I to finally admit that we have a problem. An addiction, really. Ha, you scoff. What addiction? Well I’ll tell you...
We are addicted to technology.
Let’s start with the phone. I heart my phone. I shouldn’t even call it a phone. It’s my lifeline, my crutch, my window to the world. It’s also my boredom alleviator, my go-to pal while I’m waiting for the groceries to be bagged or for the little one to finish her chocolate chip pancakes at Elly’s. Oh oh, I just admitted it: I’m on my phone around my kid. A lot.
That’s why I’m finally ready to admit I have a problem. Because when I’m not on the phone I’m on a computer, or the iPad, or anything else that gets an Internet signal. If fire was Wi-Fi enabled, I’d find a way to be on that too. At the gym, in the bathroom, walking down the street, there I am, my head bent down and eyes narrowed to read the fine and not-so-fine print.
And it’s such a bummer, because I should be spending more time with my daughter. She’s fun. Definitely more fun than anything I’d read or watch on a screen. So is hubby, who criticizes me for being overly tuned in before he starts another game of Angry Birds. And, speaking of hubby and certain others, when did it become socially acceptable to search for random trivia four times during a double date? That’s what he and another guy friend of ours did recently whenever the topic changed and a new factoid could be acquired and presented. Who needs to use more than a few brain cells when our phones have 512 megabytes? We’re all a bunch of data junkies.
And the driving. Oh, the driving. For the last year or so, I’ve been the big pain in the you-know-what who tells every mom I’m in the car with that she has to Put The Phone Down. And do I feel a sense of superiority when I do this? Not in the least. Why? Because I’m the one who got yelled at by two police officers last week when I crossed the street distractedly yapping away on my cell phone.
Which means that between your drunk phone driving and my drunk phone walking, we’re clearly headed for disaster. Either a physical catastrophe or, just as bad, alienation from the people who are right there in the room with us, yes, our families. (Sorry, gotta pause here to go check email. I’m not even kidding.)
So what do we do, we sad, pathetic excuses for parents? How do I unplug from the deceptively alluring escape of the online world? I’m ready to be more connected to the here and now, to stop apologizing to my daughter and hubby for being distracted, and to not feel badly when it takes me more than 5 minutes to respond to an incoming email. Do we go cold turkey, or do we slowly wean ourselves from our need for speed (as in a speedy connection)? I'm ready to step away from the screen and back into a life that doesn't give me carpal tunnel syndrome. How about you?
The pic comes from the inquisitr website.
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