“Describe your relationship with your phone. Is it your lifeline, a buzzing nuisance, or something in between?” -The Daily Post
My iPhone is my life. I check my text messages, my e-mails, my Facebook notifications, my Tweets, and more. I check everything, really. I have apps for just about every social network there is. In many ways, my iPhone is more than just a little gadget that I carry around with me all day; it’s an extension of my own being. My phone is like my very own third arm that has it’s own brain. It does what I need it to do and it is quick about it. When I can not physically call out to someone, I know that there is a pretty good chance that I will be able to reach them via phone call or text message.
At the same time, I find myself frustrated with my phone equally as often. I have certain friends who always happen to text me right after something bad happens (no joke~ the timing is always impeccable…). Plus, I hate texting when something else is upsetting me or stressing me out. I find that I have very little patience for my phone when I am in the middle of doing something that requires focus. I find it so hard to concentrate on my work when I know I have a message waiting from someone. Oh and it isn’t as simple as, “Well just turn off your phone because then no one will bother you!” Well, that’s not an option because I need to be able to be contacted in the case of any sort of emgerency. I suppose after I update to iOS 6 and get the “Do Not Disturb” feature, I’ll have a solution to this problem.
Overall, I’m definitely addicted to my phone. It’s a problem. I should probably try to stop checking it as often as I do. I just wish people didn’t get so mad when I don’t respond right away.