Three years ago, I tried to unplug for the four-day Easter holiday. 96 hours, no gadgets. No phone. No iPod, computer, or TV.
I failed, slowly, gadget by gadget. For each transgression, I was able to come up with a completely legitimate justification. In an attempt to get back on track – to prove that I DID NOT have a problem – I changed my social media passwords to an arbitrary string of letters and numbers, wrote them in a notebook, and put the notebook in my sock drawer. Unfortunately, I had access to my sock drawer. My flatmate ultimately took possession of my computer, my phone, my Kindle, my iPod. It worked, but only because he refused to relinquish my devices until 11:00 PM on Easter Monday.
That I had to resort to flatmate intervention is troubling.
And if I’m being honest, my gadget addiction has only gotten worse – for me, and most people. It’s everywhere you look. It’s the new normal.
These days, it seems I only ever unplug by accident – when my phone dies, when I go camping, when I forget my phone at home. Involuntary disconnection. And every single time, after the initial panic subsides, being unplugged feels so damn good.