I'll try to write as much as I can this month. It might be a good time for it. Any other moment in the past three years would have been soaked up by checking my phone, freemium gaming, or chatting on location-based anonymous chat applications. I have finally kicked a lot of that bad habit. Not completely of course, and I am sure I will have my leaps from from wagon quite frequently, but I think I have turned a corner. It kind of came to a head when I was making notes of things to say on Yik Yak when I would be closer to downtown so that more people could see it and upvote it. I finally realized, after some intense soul-searching, tears, and eventual arguments with faceless IOS software... the futility of it all and deleted the app from my phone. And I don't miss it, really. It was just so hard to break that tie between what I thought I had created and built up and reality. Because in reality it was nothing. Like when I deleted Candy Crush about a year ago. Part of what kept me playing and grasping at the logic of keeping it was that I had somehow achieved something. The ability to play to levels. A number to tell people. It is all so worthless.
And it's not just futility. Or time wasting. These games, media, and other attention grabbers seem to be fundamentally changing who we are as humans. I have read a lot about it lately. The need for boredom. The drive for likes and recognition. The way these technologies tap into a very sensitive part of our brain that we cannot necessary control so well. Like the way we all hate hyperbolic news stories but we cannot help but tune in because our amygdalas are, by definition, an automatic response system. You can learn to calm the response through patient practice and mindfulness, but it takes time.
Likewise, it will take time to learn how to put the phone away and look up at the world. To choose boredom when there is another option just waiting in our pockets. To make time for disconnecting.