I realized that my-only-friend-in-the-entire-world-Jeff-Hess doesn’t understand my decision-making process. He defended his phone and Facebook addictions.
But for me, it’s all about time. Anything to save time, set aside time, put more time into the things I care about.
Thus, to start, no cell phone.
I know. I’m the weird one. What used to be seen as a cool oddity – that I don’t have a phone – is now thought of as a freakish character flaw.
To quote a lady I met recently. “WHAT? YOU DON’T HAVE A PHONE?!!! ARE YOU KIDDING? THAT’S RIDICULOUS.”
People don’t even try to hide their disgust.
So I get it. I’m passe. So far behind the times that I’m picking up its garbage.
But I know myself. I can get addicted to anything. And if I had a call anyone at any time/text as much as I want/check the internet anywhere I go/Twitter it/hand-held device, things would get ugly. I’d be like those hunched over University of Oregon football players who, I swear, cannot walk two steps on campus without checking their phones.
Same with Facebook. Or as the cool kids say, F-Book.
Pictures and messages and updates and three-hundred “friends”? Really?
How much time could I spend browsing there? Five hours a day? Ten? Fifteen?
I already blog for two websites, check my email with the mouth-slobbering frequency of a meth addict, read inane sports posts until way past my bedtime. So do I really need one more thing? One more time suck?
Like I said, I understand people’s reactions. I’m the weird one. But I know me.