I expect grief for this post.
I welcome grief for this post. I’ll take all persuasive arguments against (or in support of) this post. But first, hear me out.
Over Thanksgiving we flew to Boston. I spent a lot of time observing both my fellow travelers and the people in Boston–residents or otherwise. Everywhere, non-stop, people were on their smartphones. At lunch one day we watched a couple in their sixties, both with their smartphones on the table beside them. They didn’t have much to say to each other, but when a phone buzzed at them, there was an immediate response. Pavlov would be proud at how we’ve trained ourselves to react to that vibration or our various ringtones.
I don’t want to be that person.
I am a writer. As such, I am already using email entirely too much versus making phone calls. I love writing and reading. I also love talking to my friends face-to-face or on the phone. I hate texting. What an abbreviated way to have a conversation. Literally. Trying to type all the words is trying. Trying to learn all the abbreviations is trying. Do I need to work that hard when I can pick up the phone and call the person?
I’m already too electronically connected.
Being self-employed it is important that I have ready access to my email and calendar, right? Sure, makes sense. However, I have business friends who, like me, carry a business calendar with them. Yes, a paper one. It’s easy to flip to a page and scribble a note. No finding the app using our thumbs to insert a cryptic reminder.
I’m also an avid reader and my 2nd generation Kindle is nearing death. First the on/off switch stopped functioning—but at least in the on position. Then the cable disintegrated. Alex wrapped it from one end to the other with electrical tape. It’s working. But it’s old and the technology has greatly advanced in three years. I’ve done my research and there’s more than one Kindle that will enable me to read my books and check my email! When I go to business meetings, I always have my briefcase with me anyway.
Which goes to another no to the Smartphone—they’re too big. I carry a small purse—the smallest that I can possibly carry and still fit glasses, keys, cards in. The idea of having to go to a bigger purse because of my phone is not appealing at all.
Then there’s the data plan. It’s not worth it to me to pay that much money a month to access email.
Music? I have an iPod.
Pictures? I take them with an Panasonic Lumix. It even has a GPS and as much as we travel, that’s a great feature.
Apps? I barely have time to use all the programs on my Mac.
Am I worried about being left behind technology-wise if I don’t upgrade my phone? Sure. How worried? Not enough to lock myself into a two-year contract.
I want to be disconnected; I want times in my life where I don’t have any input coming at me. I want to let my senses relax, wind down. Maybe staying one step behind technology for a little while longer will help me calm the bombardment of information coming at me every day. And remind me to pick up the phone and dial a friend instead of emailing them.
By 2019, I’m fully hooked on my iPhone XR
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