How I Knew I Was Addicted to My iPhone

As I tumbled to the pavement in downtown Avalon, New Jersey, I knew I had a problem.

I had been texting, or tweeting, or Foursquaring — I can’t even remember, so it couldn’t have been too important — while walking. I didn’t see the step up I’d need to take to cross the pavilion in the middle of town because I was looking at my phone. And, like an ass, I tripped and fell.

My dignity is worth more than seven Foursquare points.

My dignity is worth more than seven Foursquare points.

All the teenagers with skateboards who hang out in places like this, with stairs and railings they can do tricks on, chuckled at me. I got up as quickly as I could, pretending like nobody saw me. And perhaps Paul was the only person in our group who did.

And perhaps this was the reason he suggested a little experiment: No smartphones while we’re together, for a period of time TBD.

This is for a story, of course. There will be some rules, the most important being that we can still use them to make or receive calls. (Oh, right. Phones do that.) The bottom line is: As the only person in our relationship who has Facebook and uses Twitter more than a couple times a week, I’m going to have a much tougher time with this than he is.

I like to think I’m not nomophobic, but I do get anxious if I can’t find my phone or if I forget it at home. And I do find myself checking it mindlessly, even when I’m with Paul. Yo, Meghan: Your Instagram feed won’t know or care if you’re ignoring it. And your boyfriend is more interesting than it is, anyway.

I look forward to seeing how this goes. I doubt I would ever want to go back to a phone that just does calls and texts — Google Maps gets me around, I use Spotify whenever I need jams, and I like having a decent camera on hand at all times — but I’d like to put my in-person relationships first.

And, to avoid any more embarrassing wipeouts.

Somewhat related: I love this Louis C.K. interview in which he explains his beef with smartphones.

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4 Responses to How I Knew I Was Addicted to My iPhone

  1. Hear, hear! I recently disabled email alerts on my phone myself. Even just having done that, I notice I don’t use my phone quite as often or as mindlessly anymore. There are no little alerts to constantly remind me it’s there.

    • Meghan Loftus says:

      I’ve had email alerts off for a while, for battery-saving purposes. Unfortunately, I still have problems. I blame Twitter.

  2. Ha, I can so relate. I catch myself opening up Twitter or Facebook right after I’ve just closed them as if something important could’ve really changed in the last few seconds. I really need to get better at just putting the phone away more!

    • Meghan Loftus says:

      My experiment in which I can’t use my smartphone in the presence of my boyfriend (and vice versa) begins October 1. I will be sure to share how it goes!

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