I've noticed lately that it draws me in the way a drug addict would be drawn to his fix. I seem to "need" that hit, on a constant basis.
What in the world are these little devices doing to us? Or better put, are we addicted to them?
I would argue yes. But it's through illusion.
We think that by ingesting vast quantities of information, learning the latest greatest, our lives will be better. We think we will be more connected to our friends, our associates, and our lives will be richer and fuller.
But in fact we are more disconnected from each other, ourselves, and our world than ever before. Ironically, the very device that purports to connect us in fact disconnects us from that which really matters: the here and now.
I've spent a lifetime thinking about things. I'm addicted to thinking. Smartphones would seem to be an extension of the brain, which I think is the main draw. We use them as adjunct smarts.
But life is happening right here, right now, in front of us. Not inside tiny little artificial screens that burn a hole in our retinas.
My dear buddy in his 70s recently got a new smartphone - his first. I chuckle and cringe to notice that he has become a smartphone zombie, like me.
I'm writing this more for me than anyone else, but can you relate? The world is outside. It's the flowers, the sunshine, the actual human contact and real conversations in person. It's your dog or cat, a good meal, and just plain breathing.
I'm addicted to my smartphone. I'm letting it suck my life away. I'm going to do my best to stop letting it run me.
Will you join me?