Heaven knows I am.
Tucking my iPhone into my back pocket the moment I wake up and am functioning enough to be dressed {sometimes before I have even had a chance for coffee}
My phone spends the day with me or I lose it to the dark crevasse of my purse.
Its set to silent so I can lie in my bed
In the dark and text without disturbing my hubby as he snores beside me.
Or checking the same three sites over and over again waiting for something new. {there isn't, I already checked}
Sometimes I remember to turn the ringer back on.
Most times I forget.
I fiddle with it at red lights and am ashamed to share I'm famous for surfing in places one should never bring a phone in the first place.
I'm usually one of six in a group all checking out some useless fact on our phones instead of enjoying real face to face conversation.
I have apps I don't need. I wonder if I ever needed half of them in the first place?
Apps I didn't want or don't fully know how to use.
And apps that track where to eat, what I should be eating along with my sleeping patterns.
Why do I tuck my iphone into bed at night?
Is it healthy to sleep with my iPhone that close to my head?
I think we are getting a little too personal....
I want dinner conversations back.
I don't want to tuck you into bed every night and you best use that flashlight app to see in my purse because that's where you belong!
I'm tired of squinting at a teeny tiny handheld screen.
I'm missing too much of the good stuff life has to offer!
Its time for me to hang up....
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