Tired of being connected

I have long disabled most notifications on my phone. I had used Apple Watch since it came out, but last week I’ve switched it to a Nokia watch with a step tracker (I got it for free, otherwise I’d get a regular watch that I can read in the dark with a seconds hand and a date). I don’t miss the “gentle taps” on my wrist. I don’t care if I read a message an hour later; there’s no emergencies in my life; besides, in an emergency people will just call me. I’m glad that I can leave my phone on my desk and I won’t even hear the vibrations unless someone’s calling.

A hand holding a smartphone. 

A hand holding a smartphone. 

The bliss of having no taps on my wrist made me question me bringing the phone with me every day. Why do I even take my phone on a walk with me? I’m not texting anyone from the phone because I can’t stand the keyboard. I barely take any pictures, because they are disappointing when I compare them to my camera. I don’t really listen to music when I’m with Anna. The only person who can urgently need me for something is next to me, and the rest of my family is so far away that I won’t be able to help them anyway. So I guess I mostly bring it for the maps, but it’s not like I will really get lost without it. On the other hand, I have to accept this buzzing piece of glass and steel demanding my attention. 

Having the phone with me is a constant temptation to detach from the world around me, too. But not in a way I love: it’s not like I’m going through my day so far, planning my future or just dreaming of the distant lands; I’ll most probably check on my instagram and read something about Trump on twitter. This can greatly influence my mood - you leave me in a café for a moment to go to the bathroom, and when you return I’m sad because of some poor people in North Korea or whatnot.

Maybe next time I’ll try to leave it at home.