Oh my, it seems I’ve come unplugged. So I have to ask myself when to end this little experiment – yesterday or never?
What to do? What to do?
It’s been what two weeks, a month, two months since I shut off my cell phone service? I honestly can’t even remember. My partner could tell you, no doubt, since she can no longer reach me when I am at work or to pick something up on the way home from work. I miss the former, not the latter.
Not being able to check in during the day – to see how her day is going or if there is something I need to know about our plans for the night – is arguably the only reason I would turn my phone back on. Other than that, I don’t miss it at all.
What exactly don’t I miss:
- Group text messages that send my phone into a chirp-fest (my text message alert sound).
- Constant email alerts that remind me of all the sites that required me to sign up to get free content (hmm, how free is that).
- Wasting time researching something at lunch when I could be reading a good book.
- Interruptions during a movie night at home.
- Intrusions during dinner out.
Now you might say, and rightfully so, that I can turn off my phone whenever I want to. No one is holding a gun to my head and saying not to. But like all good addictions, they are hard to let go of. Case in point: I gave up Dr Pepper – twice – once for more than a year.
Things I will miss if this experiment never ends:
- Of course, as I already mentioned, being able to check in with my partner.
- Last minute course corrections via GPS. I still prefer to map out the majority of the trip the old fashioned way – with maps, trucker maps. Old habits die hard. Even long before gaining my CDL I would sit down, map out a trip, memorize it, then put the maps away until I got close to my destination. It drove other people nuts traveling with me. I once awoke out of a sound sleep to yell, “Turn left now,” just as we narrowly avoided missing our turnoff in the middle of nowhere.
- Not having to borrow my partner’s phone to keep in touch with family and friends. Does that make me an honorary Amish girl, bumming a ride with an Englisher? Even though she calls it our phone – silently hoping I turn “my” phone back on – it’s never quite the same. I always feel like I am imposing on her private space. Maybe if the experiment reaches the one year mark, whenever that might happen (I honestly can’t remember when I started this whole thing), I will feel more like it is “our phone”. Probably not, though!
So, for now, the Unplugged Experiment continues. Have any of you ever unplugged, even for a short time? If not, why?