There’s a line in Useless Magic: Lyrics and Poetry that zips around my head when I’m endlessly scrolling through my phone.
“I guess I won’t write poetry. I’ll just stare at my phone for fucking eternity.”
I check my phone constantly. Stopped at street lights, shopping at the grocery store, even when I’m downloading an Excel file. No small amount of time is free from staring at my screen.
I live alone, which means some days are quieter than others. I may not talk to another human being for a few days at a time. That’s when I crave interaction and fully lean in to my phone. It’s my source for communicating, meeting women, my income, and a million other things both important and inconsequential. I live inside my little iPhone 7. I bury myself in its glow instead of accepting how lonely this existence really is.
I’m addicted to my phone.
It’s my drug, igniting my frontal lobe with every notification. Collecting retweets. Swiping to meet my next great love. Strategically posting my best looking photos. It’s my favorite rush and my unhealthiest habit. I need to stop all of this.
But what does that mean for you?
Chances are you’re reading this on your phone. Maybe you’re having a similar problem, or you just want to improve your phone/life balance. Here are the five things I’m doing to try and beat my phone addiction that you can easily do too.
I write the words I'm too uncomfortable to say.