Here I am, a teenager of today's electronic-obsessed age staring down questionably at my uncharged smartphone. For four months now I have been living without this seemingly important device, and while this might sound insane to some, it was actually a rather pleasant experience for me.
Now granted, I didn't go seeking to be without my phone for four months, for that I can assure you. The first few weeks of my phone-less life brought up any of the usual symptoms of withdrawal. You know, feeling as though I were left out from all of the socially beneficial aspects that instagram, texting, snapchat, etc. have to offer. But as time progressed, I began to notice the absence of my phone less and less, and it was actually rather nice to not feel tied down to that tangible device. I never thought it possible that being out of the loop could feel so liberatingly free. I was a teenager momentarily content with my detachment to the electronic world.
But of course I knew the time would come where I would once again be reunited with my phone in one way or another, and that time came just a few days ago when my friend had told me that she found my phone in the glovebox of her car (of course). So again I return to my current state of being, staring down undecidedly at my dead cell phone. A large part of me realizes the importance of staying connected to my friends, coworkers, and family, but still a small part of me will dearly miss these four months of solace. Maybe having the responsibility of my phone back in my life is just a scary reminder that my carefree summer is slowly coming to a close, and that my soon-to-be packed senior year is right around the corner. Whatever the case, I know without a doubt that these four months of refreshingly living life off the grid will be dearly missed and cherished.
Now granted, I didn't go seeking to be without my phone for four months, for that I can assure you. The first few weeks of my phone-less life brought up any of the usual symptoms of withdrawal. You know, feeling as though I were left out from all of the socially beneficial aspects that instagram, texting, snapchat, etc. have to offer. But as time progressed, I began to notice the absence of my phone less and less, and it was actually rather nice to not feel tied down to that tangible device. I never thought it possible that being out of the loop could feel so liberatingly free. I was a teenager momentarily content with my detachment to the electronic world.
But of course I knew the time would come where I would once again be reunited with my phone in one way or another, and that time came just a few days ago when my friend had told me that she found my phone in the glovebox of her car (of course). So again I return to my current state of being, staring down undecidedly at my dead cell phone. A large part of me realizes the importance of staying connected to my friends, coworkers, and family, but still a small part of me will dearly miss these four months of solace. Maybe having the responsibility of my phone back in my life is just a scary reminder that my carefree summer is slowly coming to a close, and that my soon-to-be packed senior year is right around the corner. Whatever the case, I know without a doubt that these four months of refreshingly living life off the grid will be dearly missed and cherished.
Until Next Time!
M.
M.
