Maybe it was the constant internet access: the ability to
see a picture -- oh, I love that top
-- click a link, add to bag -- how nice
that it auto fills my debit card number! -- and boom, fifty dollars later
something I didn’t know I wanted five minutes ago was now on its way to my
house.
Or was it the 14 gigabytes of photographs and videos taken,
never looked at again if they weren’t deemed worthy of “posting” elsewhere -- well one of these days I’m going to put them
on my computer and PRINT some of these pictures!! Perhaps ten thousand pictures I’ve taken in
the last five-ish years I’ve had a smart phone -- enough to fill dozens of
analog albums, and yet only enough prints to fill a couple pages.
Still more, it could have been the near-constant guilt in
the very back of my mind that accompanied my near-constant smartphone use --
knowing I could have been doing a number of more productive things with my
time: studying, doing a devotional, reading, painting that hutch I bought
months ago, baking bread, talking to my husband…the list goes on and on.
You might not be a self-professed smartphone addict like me,
but I know you know what I’m talking about.
You know, you finally get a moment from your busy life to watch your
favorite TV show, and you catch the drift of the episode, enough to know what’s
going on (mostly) for next week, while absentmindedly unlocking the phone,
scrolling, repeat, while “watching”.
Whatever the reason, I realized I’m wary of it: the
dependence, the addiction to it, the fulfillment from notifications…I had found
myself curating life events or daily activities to make for a “good Instagram”
-- living life for the post of it, if you will.
And I was tired of seeing others seemingly doing the same thing. No one’s life is that picture-perfect -- I mean,
who besides chefs cared about plating
your food artfully before this “sharing” frenzy? We’re all just seeing a calculated highlights
reel from each other’s lives -- something that has become a gross
misrepresentation of life and what we should expect from it. Not only is it all too much pressure, it
usurps the enjoyment from the actual moment and makes its worth dependent on how
many “likes” it gets. And, with my
smartphone handy, I was always thinking about it. Or I was spending too much money because
online shopping is SO EASY (can I get an amen, ladies -- or men monitoring their
shared bank accounts?!?!!) With my
smartphone, the world was at my fingertips and yet it wasn’t enriching my life
-- I felt, in fact, it was doing the opposite.
the Kid, on his daddy's smartphone. It is programmed in their DNA |
So what is a girl longing for the simplicity of the days of
yore to do? While there is an app to
make your smartphone “dumb” (functioning solely as a phone), it could be too
easily undone and, voila, same constant
internet access and apps I’m trying to get away from. I’m not strong enough to resist. I had to go cold turkey.
Let me just say, I dreaded going into the AT&T store
with my relatively new Samsung Edge (you know, with the curved screen and
everything) and proclaiming to the salesman, “I want to trade this in and get a
flip phone.” I was sure my request would
be met with a patronizing sales pitch: Are
you sure? Before you decide, why don’t
you take a look at this option? *offers different smartphone*.
Luckily, as Steven ended my contract and switched out my SIM
cards, he didn’t give me the crap I thought I was going to get. I explained I just needed to be further away
from the grid, and he said, “Yeah I’ve had two people come in recently
downgrading phones to do that. The one
guy came back in a week - couldn’t do it.”
Although he was nice, I’m sure he expected as much from me. Oh Steven, I wish you knew how motivating I
find being underestimated! Muahahahaha!!!!
I will say, initially
it wasn’t this cathartic experience. It
was quite the hassle actually, going to T9 texting (remember that?) and slowly
keying in my contacts that got all messed up and lost in the transfer. Plus, I don’t have the continuous, easy
access to my overseas parents that I had with Whatsapp on my smartphone
(solution: old-fashioned email). These inconveniences and annoyances are
outweighed, I feel, by the following “Pros of the Flip Phone”:
1.
Online
shopping, or even online window-shopping, will reduce.
2.
Research shows discontent and depression occur the more
people are watching other peoples’ lives on social media, as we are all getting
picture perfect misrepresentations. By eliminating the comparisons
totally, it would follow that I could become a more content person.
3.
I was able to use the money from selling my fancy phone for
a real camera. The goal is to have
quality photos over quantity, and to have print-worthy pictures that will
actually get printed.
4.
Without the distraction, more time for more productive
things: including conversing more and being present with those around me.
5.
Not only did I reduce my phone bill by $50 a month, I also
can coast on the same battery life for a solid 4-5 days without charging.
6.
I can drop the phone to the ground (something I’m wont to
do) without worrying about the screen shattering.
7. I'm in good company: Warren Buffet and Anna Wintour number among high-profile successful people with flip phones.
8. Nothing is more satisfying than ending a conversation by resolutely smacking a flip phone shut.
7. I'm in good company: Warren Buffet and Anna Wintour number among high-profile successful people with flip phones.
8. Nothing is more satisfying than ending a conversation by resolutely smacking a flip phone shut.
Is such a technological downgrade for everyone? I’m sure not, and I’m definitely not writing
this to suggest anyone follow in my footsteps.
And, for the naysayers I’ve run into:
I’m not anti-technology at all (I still have a tablet for Pete’s
sake). I just needed to quell my own
addiction to and dependence on the constant
distraction found in my mobile smartphone.
A project I finally had time to do and complete without my smartphone! |
Just so I don’t cave and go running back, I have a
self-imposed timeline of being smartphone-less for one year. If, after a year, I want to throw my
indestructible flip phone against the wall (and watch it still work just fine)
and buy myself another smartphone, so be it.
There was no harm done by being without for a while. To take it a step further, I will be
deactivating my social media accounts as well.
For the (surely very few) people who will miss my pictures and super
witty anecdotes found on my Facebook and Instagram, you can get your
Savannah-fix by checking here, where I will be more regularly posting about
what I do with my flip phone life.
On my low-tech flip phone |
Everything is permissible,
but not everything is beneficial.
Everything is permissible,
but not everything builds up.
1 Corinthians 10:23