People (mainly the husband, my mom and mother-in-law) have told me that I’m addicted to my phone.
Fine. I’ll admit it.
hi. My name is Papa. And, I’m an addict. I’m not sure why I’m addicted. Is it the euphoric high that I get when I see that blue screen light up? When I hear the delicate ding of a new text message coming in? I gotta know — what’s happening with my friends?!? I have a deep need to understand what’s going on in the world — sports, politics and celebrity. For example, it’s imperative to understand which presidential candidate during a national debate accuses another candidate of having a small penis (stupid idiots). For someone that’s insanely shy, these are important conversation starters.
But, yes. I spend a little too much time on my phone. Nothing crazy. I think?
What’s the root cause? Boredom? Insecurity? Just cuz. It’s easy to go to my phone as a way of avoiding eye contact and real conversation. Perhaps, I’m just educating myself about the most recent celebrity feud? Whatever the reason, I’m positive it’s not as bad as I think.
Last Sunday, I found the app, Hooked. It provides you with a daily breakdown of your phone app usage. I challenged the husband to see which one of us is more addicted. Before I tell you who the winner is, I would just like to point out that the app doesn’t track Netflix usage — ah-em, the other contestant in this scenario watches a lot of Netflix. Also, said contestant doesn’t take Bart (the train) to work, and I do. So, there is an hour (roundtrip) where I’m standing on a jam packed train with nothing to do, but look at my phone. It’s either that or awkwardly graze someone’s boob. And furthermore, I’m not as bad as the person that’s talking on their phone loud enough so that all of the other passengers can understand how important they are. RUDE. Yes, this phone addict is judging another person about their phone etiquette. And finally, March Madness started this week, so I HAD to spend some additional time staying current with Gonzaga and my bracket.
Now, that that’s out there, let’s see how I did.
1h 59m is my average per day for the week. > 10h for the week. I just had to google the greater than symbol to make sure that it was actually “greater than.” So, I essentially spent 16ish hours on the phone this week — looking at Redfin (real estate app), March Madness, Flipboard (where I get all of my news), Candy Crush and a variety of other apps. Yes, five of those hours were on Bart, avoiding the boob graze. But, I’m kinda out of excuses. There it is. Undeniable. I’m addicted to my phone. Ugh!
And, get this. The app tells me that I’m an average phone user! WTF?!?! I’m average? Wow!
But, I only use my phone on the down low. It’s in between conversation. While my son is pre-occupied with something else. When the husband and lil’ man are doing something in the other room. Or, when I’m by myself. Or, before bed. Or, while I’m walking. Or, quickly before I get out of the car to run some errands. Or, or, or….I’m not short on excuses and justification.
Yep. I’m a functional phone addict. I don’t use it to the detriment of my relationships or actual life.
Then it hit me. I remember this video that I once saw.
This past week, I missed out on 16ish hours of life. I missed out on the opportunity to be slightly more productive. I missed the chance to connect with my son or husband or family or friends just a little bit more.
Yes, it’s a way to decompress. A mindless way to shut off my brain for just a minute. But, do I really need to spend that much time missing life?
I gotta do better this week. I don’t think we could survive without our phones. But, after seeing my stats, I’m pretty sure that I don’t need my phone to survive. Or something like that. Let’s see if I can’t cut my usage this week in half.
Who’s going to hold me accountable? Oh that’s right, the husband will.
He's a humble winner. On average, he used his phone < 20 minutes per day. Yep, that's the "less than" sign. Cheater. Either that, or my app is broken.