I stop and take pictures to remember life I’m missing. I check my phone when I wake up. I update my social media regularly. I look at my Twitter feed at dinner. I read books on my tablet. My wife changed her name to iAmy to get my attention. My kids are dressing as iPhones for Halloween so I will notice them.
Like Pavlov’s dog, I slobber when my phone alerts me that I have a text. I panic when I forget my phone. Heck, I lived 32 years WITHOUT a cell phone. A drive to store without it won’t kill me. Right? Sorry my palms were sweating just thinking about it.
I have a problem.
I could have worse problems, right? Right? I’m not eating meth for breakfast. And I rarely touch the sauce.
But dammit, I need to pay better attention to the fleeting life that is roaring past me as I check my e-mail. My calendar on my phone is telling me time flies.
Don’t get me wrong. I LOVE social media. It’s fun and I’ve met lots of really cool people through it. Really.
But like everything in life, I need a little moderation.
My name is Marshall. I am addicted to my screen.
Admitting it is the first step to a cure. Right? Let me Google it.
Now, where did I lay my phone?
ANYONE SEEN MY PHONE?!?!