Tied to the Phone

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Watching old movies or digging through photographs that are beginning to lose their luster, I see something in common. In conversation, walking down the street, cruising the streets, or standing still for the camera, cigarette smoke fills the air. Resting in ashtrays, clutched between fingers, or hanging from lips, everyone seems to be participating in the same activity.

Watching current films or swiping through the photographs of today, I see something in common. In conversation, walking down the street, dangerously cruising the streets, or standing still for the camera, a cellphone is always in frame. Resting on a table, clutched tightly in someone’s hands, or distracting the masses, everyone seems to be participating in the same activity.

Our cellphones are the new cigarettes. Like cigarettes before public awareness campaigns and government intervention. We are only beginning to understand the ramifications of our collective addiction. Preliminary, we know depression is on the rise, suicidal ideation is increasing, and our quality of life seems to be lessening.

Knowing this, I wonder how future generations will judge our photos as we foolishly hold onto our real friends of a modern age.

Stepping back and checking myself, I wish I could break ties with my phone. I wish I could walk away from it without anxiety consuming my mind. But I cannot. I have fooled myself into thinking I need directions, a feeling of connection, instant search, instant documentation, and access to the world at large. My phone knows this relationship will not end easily. The best I can do is curb my appetite and create a diet from my phone.

No mindlessly scrolling. Timed interactions. Well-being checks. Do Not Disturb for Life! No leaving it on the table. No scrolling while others are talking. Document what I do not want to forget. My phone is a tool, nothing more.

Breaking any addiction is hard. My phone is just a newer version of the sugary soda that used to be available for purchase in the hallways of my high school. Changing my relationship status is the only way I know to untie myself from the phone.

Be good to each other,

Nathan    

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Hello! My name is Nathan. I've always believed I would meet that special someone in one of two places; either a record store or a book store. Maybe I need to amend? I moved to Seattle in February of 2011 from Oklahoma City (Try and not hold the Sonics/Thunder thing against me). I knew I wanted to work for a nonprofit and go to grad school. Within a couple of months, I was doing both. During the day, I work as a Fund Developer and Community Relations Manager for a nonprofit in Kent and at night I try to stay as busy as possible volunteering, trying new restaurants, finding hidden bars and exploring Seattle. The past few years has been both terrifying and exhilarating. I have done things on my own I didn’t think were within my capability. I love being outdoors. On any given weekend, I can be found hiking, on a road trip, volunteering, at a museum, seeing a movie (I see a lot of them). I am passionate about nonprofit work. I feel called to leave a mark on this world. Nothing against those who enjoy making tons of money, I just need to know I am making a difference.
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