In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Call Me, Maybe.”
Describe your relationship with your phone. Is it your lifeline, a buzzing nuisance, or something in between?
I love my phone. I’m beyond addicted to it. I’m so addicted, in fact, that I carry a spare one around with me in case I forget my everyday one at home. It’s bad, I know. After working in telco for five years and it being my job to know phones backwards, it’s definitely rubbed off on me. Prior to working in telco, I had a pink flip phone that I’d used for five years. It was reliable, had access to MSN and Facebook and I could text quickly on it (kids today will never understand how much effort it took to type on those phones!). After starting in telco, I went through an average of 4 phones a year up until about 2 years ago when I slowed it down to between 1-2 a year. I was obsessed with having the latest features, the coolest brands. I knew the best way to get them on contracts so it wouldn’t cost me a fortune.
Like most 20-somethings, I’m part of the ironic group of people who use their phone for everything except phone calls. If it rings, I’ll answer it, but I rarely call anyone. I hate talking on the phone. I’d rather take an extra 10 minutes and have the conversation through text message. It’s not so much I’m addicted to texting, but as an introvert I find it a lot less confronting. I have time to reply. I’m not put on the spot. If I don’t feel like talking, I can reply later. I’m also one of those people who ignore calls if I’m not in the mood to talk. Sorry. I know if I do answer when I’m in one of those moods, I’m no good to talk to anyway. One word answers and I try to get off as quickly as possible. I’d rather ignore the call, mentally prepare myself for a conversation, then call back. It’s nothing personal against whoever is calling. I just hate phone calls.
I use my phone for games (sometimes), emails, banking, social media, photography, fitness tracking and navigation. I use it to post blogs, to find quotes on Tumblr, to play music, to read books. I read a fact somewhere that Gen Y-ers look at their phones an average of 300 times a day. No way! I initially thought it was rubbish. Then I caught myself pulling my phone out of my pocket again and again. Checking the time, getting distracted my something else, putting it back, remembering, pulling it out again. I’d check it continuously for texts. I’d google something. I’d check my emails. I’d post something on Instagram or Snapchat. I started to realize 300 was probably not a high enough number. Is it any wonder the battery needs to be charged every night?
Yep, it’s official, I’m addicted!