I wouldn’t say I’m really addicted to my phone
I get text messages on my cell phone all day long, and it warbles to alert me that someone has sent me a message on Facebook or a reply or direct message on Twitter, but it rarely ever rings.1
I remember riding in the back of a friend’s car with a telephone console as armrest. It felt ever so sophisticated to be able to call ahead to the store we were visiting to advise them of our arrival. Unlike the walkie-talkie, this felt like science fiction. Today, the phone is variously more important than the wallet, ID or even a toothbrush when travelling. The reflex to recharge the phone battery is becoming almost obsessional. Yet, for all the time I spend on my ...