I am so sick of my cell phone.
I am sick of looking at it.
I am sick of looking for it because I’ve reached that point where I’m convinced that I need to have it close by 24/7/365.
I am sick of listening to it.
I am so sick of listening to it and looking at it that I have it set up to tell me who is calling when it rings. I have also designated special text tones for my close friends. Chalisa is “meditation bell” while Kate is “bird whistle” and any supervisor from work is “telegraph”. The list goes on. If you’re not a close friend, also known as the mystery messenger, then you’re the generic “ding” and I will get to you when I get to you.
Sadly, the mystery of the unknown “ding” text notification is often so overwhelming that I will go see who, outside of the tribe, has dared to send me a text message. Thus, shattering the whole point of giving those close to me a special sound when they reach out.
It’s not just the phone calls, the notifications and the text notifications. It’s the multiple alarms that I set to wake me up every morning. I go into a blind rage at 5:45 in the morning, every morning, when the alarm goes off on my cell phone. I also have an alarm clock.
A cell phone was meant to be a tool, not to swallow your entire existence. I depend on my iPhone way too much. It’s my alarm clock, my calendar, my jukebox and camera. It has literally become this tool that I cannot live without.
I am old enough to remember life before cell phones. As an adult during that time, I never sat and stared at my phone waiting for it to ring. I was perfectly fine with leaving the house for the day and allowing anyone who called me to leave a message on my answering machine. Sometimes, for days!
Back then, coming home to a message waiting for me was like a delightful surprise, depending on who it was from, but there was no stress over it. If someone called me then they called me.
There was no expectation from anyone to get a call back in 2.5 seconds either.
I miss the good ol’ days before all of this nonsense. Life truly was better back then. It’s great having the conveniences that come with cell phone/smart phones, but I miss the way we behaved back then. We didn’t expect people to drop everything to talk, text etc.
Seriously, I know people who will send an e-mail, then send a text that they sent an e-mail and if you don’t respond to that text quick enough to suit them, they’ll call. What is the point of all of that and why does anyone feel that entitled?
I am a mother, friend, girlfriend etc not the President Of the United States.
I am also over being annoyed at friends, relatives and the boyfriend being on their phone while we are spending time together. Nothing reminds me of how unimportant I am to the other person like watching them scroll through social media and text while we are having dinner.
I admit that I have been guilty of looking at my phone when I probably shouldn’t have. I’ve noticed that it usually encourages the person that I am with to also check their phone but that’s no excuse and it isn’t polite. It shouldn’t be the new normal. I also admit that when someone else has checked their phone when I wasn’t, I felt a little crappy because of it.
What am I going to do about it?
I have decided to challenge myself over the next month. I am going to stop looking at my phone as often. I am going to delete the majority of the apps that I have that seem to constantly distract me from more important things. I honestly don’t get that much out of them in the first place.
I am going to set the phone on my night stand vs allowing it to be on the bed while I sleep. If it rings or goes off during the night, I will still check it. Main reason being, I work in public safety and am subject to last minute mandates into work and also, my boyfriend is a police officer who works midnights.
I really don’t need to be on Instagram at 3am. Or checking Facebook.
I am just sick of feeling like I have to be connected at all times. I’m done. I am wasting too much time just mindlessly scrolling. I am not missing anything that can’t wait until a specific time of day. The thought of breaking free from my phone feels like freedom.
We will see how long this lasts.