For a second, I thought there wasn’t a single physical object I couldn’t live without. But one emerged pretty quickly, and I’m definitely not alone in my attachment to it. Some would call it an addiction, though I wouldn’t go quite that far.
Denial, maybe?
I’ve lived long enough to remember functioning without it. Not super efficiently, and painfully slowly compared to now, but we all managed just fine. Then the tech improved, merged with a clunky early version of the internet, and gradually evolved until it eclipsed almost everything else. For years, I actually refused to buy a TV or a laptop because this single device covered every base.
I’m talking, of course, about the smartphone.
It’s my main office equipment, my camera, bank teller, map, and primary source of entertainment squeezed into a single pocket-sized glass rectangle. Losing it wouldn’t just be an inconvenience; it would stall my day-to-day life. I’m not being dramatic. It’s not impossible to be locked out of your own accounts by two-factor authentication. Irony at its finest: security is so tight that you can be locked out of your own phone. What a miserable prospect!
So yeah… my name is Rudiano, and I’m a phone addict.
Who’s joining me at this AA meeting?
Let’s see what other bloggers say on this topic.
P.S: I’ve just compiled my “Complete Barn Collection”.: all my short stories featuring animals from the barn. Narrated by yours truly. Prologue by Professor Hoot, the wise owl.
Cheers!
R.
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