I turn into Gollum when I can't find my phone.
"Where is it?
Where has it gone?
The precious is lost!"
I get freaky like Frodo.
Seriously, I'm only half kidding.
It's pathetic how powerless I am
when my phone is out of my sight.
A panic comes over me when it isn't in my hand,
in my pocket or on my nightstand.
I can barely think,
can barely breathe.
It's even more ridiculous how relieved I am
when I eventually find it.
It's pitiful how powerful
this device's vise is on my mind.
It reminds me to think sometimes,
then causes me not to.
I rely on my phone to make me invisible
in waiting rooms & on buses.
(Isn't it ironic how a device with so many connecting capabilities
can inevitably leave one feeling so disconnected?)
I'm attached;
without it, I'm lacking, I feel naked.
This is definitely an obsession I must confront.
If I don't establish some degree of moderation,
I honestly believe this touch screen will leave me out of touch with reality.
I'll be blind to the world beyond my news feed
& deaf to the people within my vicinity.
But, you know, I can't lie...
I know I can't let it go.
I know what must be done,
but I also know this battle of dependency will never truly be won.
I must confront this obsession of mine... at some point in time.
The words of a procrastinating prophet always ring true.
- Sent from my iPhone
