I was without my cell phone for five and a half days.
I have to say it was a good experience. It didn’t ring at inappropriate times. I didn’t have to worry about setting it down somewhere and forgetting where I put it. I wasn’t constantly bombarded with emails.
But best of all. I wasn’t wasting endless hours on Twitter.
I like Twitter and I’ll be sending this blog to the Twitterverse.
But once I check in, I can’t get out.
I click on this link and that link. Look at somebody’s photo. Retweet. Favourite. Look at my notifications. Constantly check out stats from Islanders’ games as the games are rarely on TV so it’s how I get up to the minute info on what’s happening. I look at what’s trending. Get lost in a whole debate on a trending issue.
In short, you can only say so much on Twitter, but I spend long stretches sucked in to its vortex. Next thing I know, I forgot to eat. Forgot my to-do list. Forgot to sleep. Do I have kids?
I have my phone back now, but no life.