It’s my birthday today and I’m feeling a rant coming on. So I have a confession to make to all you bloggers out there. My name is Pat and I’m i-crazy!
My eyes are strained, my neck is sore,
i just can’t do this anymore,
There’s something that i must recant,
And that’s the reason for my rant…
In this world of cyber-madness, i believe we have morphed into a society of on-call junkies that holds on to our i-things with an obsession close to insanity.
What happened? Last week, my i-Phone died while i was waiting to get the car fixed. i love my i-Phone with a passion reserved for puppy loving. Panic ensued when i realized i had 2 hours to kill with no email, no phone, no news and no online scrabble games. i felt lost, alone and abandoned by my best friend…despite the fact that Hubsey was sitting right beside me.
“What will i do?” i shrieked.
“Read a magazine or talk to me,” he replied. Now there’s something i hadn’t considered.
Gizmo cowboys: In this fast paced age of broadband communications and networked economy, we wear our access mechanisms like digital gunslingers. All you have to do is look around and see the multi-tasking i-crazy people using cell phones everywhere – dangerously in cars, rudely in restaurants, arrogantly on sidewalks, destructively at school plays and collectively around the kitchen table. The family that i-phones together becomes unglued.
Call-us-interruptus: But what is the impact of these instant communication devices on our lives? How many misplaced tremors in the bedroom are the result of some pulsating cell phone shaking it up on the nightstand? When did the fusion of man and digital display units take priority over intimate whisperings between the sheets? And when did our on-call status extend to the boudoir?
Ambushed: i’ve come to believe that when private moments are intercepted by our i-stuff, vital energies are sucked out of that point in time – causing a disturbance in our connections to human contact. We rush to squeeze our thoughts into byte-sized pieces, as our interactions are interwoven into a virtual sense of reality.
Intervention: i used to read about 3 books a week. Now i’m lucky to finish one in a month! What am i doing instead of reading? i’m playing online scrabble, texting, writing emails, checking the weather and reading the news – all day long on my i-Phone! i carry it wherever i go. It sits on my nightstand and is the first thing i pick up in the morning to check the news, before my feet hit the floor. And i can’t seem to stop! i need help!
Tempus fugit: Oh it’s all fun and games when you’re i-crazy all right. i love every virtual minute of it…every cyber-hour of it…every 3G day of it. But i’ve also come to believe that i’ve lost something along the way – time. And i want it back.
Silence! i think it’s time to stop the i-craziness and take stock of what we all have become as instant communication animals. i think we need to call a cease-fire on the tweeting, texting, beeping, buzzing and vibrating long enough to put our priorities in place – before we become i-roadkill on the information highway.
Alone again: i think we need to sit quietly in a place where we can’t be reached, for whatever time it takes to be comfortable with our own silence; and to enjoy our primal need for solitude, mating and feeding without interruption. i think we need to be alone with our thoughts to hear what we’re saying from the inside out.
Final word: And lastly, i think we need ongoing discussions with our families to stay the course and together with them, choose the right times to turn the noise back on – when we like, where we like and if we like. As for me – i promise i’m really going to try.
So here i sit without my phone,
i feel so lost and all alone,
If you can help me through my fog,
Please leave a comment on my blog.
Lady, put your hands up and step away from the phone.
I hear your pain. I’ve noticed is that technology is good and bad. Bad for keeping me from talking to people face to face. Good for keeping me from doing housework and income tax returns. Bad for giving me surges of anxiety about keeping up. Good for stretching my brain to keep up.
I’m not too worried about our boomer generation over this connectedness, but don’t get me started on my kids and grandkids. I think I could go to their house with blue hair and no one would notice. How to compete with funny ring tones and vibrating phones and Wii remotes and ipods and …
Thanks Mary…yes, I do love the conveniences associated with my i-stuff. My gadgets of choice are my i-Phone first and foremost, then my i-Pad, i-Pod and a Kobo reader. I’m all i’d up like one of those digital gunslingers I’ve mentioned. My granddaughter thinks I’m really cool. All that being said, I really need to dial it back and find the right balance. But right now I have 12 online scrabble games waiting for me to play…oh dear. Maybe I’ll stop tomorrow…
Amen. I am guilty as charged.
Well I guess we better go to the next i-A meeting together!
Rinnnnggg. Having recently felt like an amputee when my cell battery died, I tracked your progress with real empathy. Funny thing is, those are the times when I do some of my best writing. Thanks for giving me some assurance that being (or getting) unplugged is the most direct path into the hearts of the non-synthetic carbon-based life forms I call family. Thanks for letting me leave a message that has no beep.
Thanks for the silent treatment. It’s amazing how far we’ve come in instant communication over the past 50 years. I grew up with no phone or electricity until I was 6 years old. Now, I find it hard to imagine life without my i-stuff. Convenient? No doubt. Addictive? Absolutley! I hope admitting it is the first step toward moderation.
Use these devices when you HAVE to instead of when you WANT to?? I think, for our generation, they are meant to make our lives easier.
Don’t beat yourself up!
Thanks JJ – these new gizmos definitely do make our lives easier in so many ways. Like when I was ill last year and I could keep in touch with everything and everyone – using my i-Phone from the comforts of my bed. Or when I miss my sister who is Florida for the winter, and we keep in constant touch playing online scrabble. But it’s like anything in life. When we indulge too deeply we pay the price. I simply need to cut it back – not cut it out.
To set you free
A reminder for you
Moderation’s the key
In all that you do
You’re strong enough
To take control
Remember just how tough
Things were of old
i-things are great
To help you out
But don’t do without
Thanks Blanche…wise words and a poem to live by. This will be my mantra for the day. Appreciate the support in my hour of need.
I read as much as I used to, but not books. I read blogs, short articles, essays, and other online writing. But I want to read more books. With so much online reading, I feel like I’m weaning myself from reading complicated, extended stories. Online I read and then see links, click, and I’m off to another short read or video. Must stop.
I know what you mean. There’s nothing like the feel of a good old fashioned book to restore our sense of balance. Curling up with an iPhone, iPad or laptop just isn’t the same. Nice to hear from you.
I look forward to your next blog to see if you are able to overcome this addiction and return to a normal life.
Thanks Rumpel. One day at a time…
It’s the online scrabble games that have me hooked above all else. But my bookshelves are calling me. What a conundrum!
Brilliant! You could have been writing about me (though I am a Blackberry girl!).
I’ve lost count of how many times my BB has woken me up in the middle of the night when some random email vibrates my phone because I’ve forgotten to switch it to silent!
Thank you for making me smile 😀
Glad you could relate. Thanks for checking in. I just found your blog…looking forward to reading more.
Thanks for the words of advice! I have an iPad, but not an iPhone and your words are a good reminder of why I don’t want, need or expect to ever have a cell phone that does what your does.
Smart girl Margie. Save yourself while you can. Thanks for dropping by.