Perhaps I have broken the bonds of a digital prison I was in…yet, I cannot wait to pick my phone up in a week’s time, refasten the chains and bar myself from the rest of society.
In our world of technological advancement and digital devices, the thought of being without one’s phone or Internet connection for days, weeks, months…is a daunting prospect with daunting implications. You can’t check that phone buzz, good heavens, you don’t even know if your phone buzzed. Maybe you thought it up…or did that flash alert you to a vital message? When it’s over, you’ll have lost those streaks, over a hundred notifications on the right corner of that app and a newly earned label of a ‘ghoster’…But what would you have gained?
That is the digital detox I am experiencing (contrary to my use of digital media to send this out to the world). I’ve endured (as emotive a term as some might use) or rather experienced, a full three days with limited technology use. What have I learnt? Missed? Wanted? Realized?
I’m not missing all that much, I realize. I’ve learnt that technology holds an obsessive nature that can grip or latch its cruel claws onto any innocent user. It’s a grip I broke…but not quite. There are claw marks indented into my wrist and I want my phone back. Now! That glinting black screen beckons. But I can’t flicker it to life and see what it holds for me. What have I wanted from this experience? A grasp on reality perhaps, but as that part of my reality in the 21st century, is slipping, its’ a tad harder to hold on. I realize I need…or perhaps really want, to check that message, respond to that text, laugh out loud at that picture. But I’ve also come to the conclusion that without that reflecting thing before my face, I’ve experienced more old school hobbies; board games, drawing, reading…and probably caught up a bit on the casual school holiday study. Which is a positive turn of events…or at least my educators would argue.
I shall return back into the mass of digital faces but as I type this, I try to recall who is online. Friends. Family. But also a myriad of strangers who I don’t know or care for. Who want to hurt or help me… I see babies still in their nappies and strollers watching videos from their mothers’ iPhone’s, teenagers absorbed, glaring at the floor…or the phone that is positioned there, grandparents squinting at a laptop, adults swishing and tapping their phones at the checkouts. Perhaps I have broken the bonds of a digital prison I was in…yet, I cannot wait to pick my phone up in a week’s time, refasten the chains and bar myself from the rest of society. For a chance to interact with it online. …But is it really interaction? I’ll have to Google that in a week.
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