As much as I don’t want to admit that my parents are right, I am addicted to my phone. I notice that it prevents me from starting my homework, it prevents me from doing my chores, and it prevents me from simple things, like paying attention while others are talking or even in class.
I don’t know when exactly my phone started becoming the reason I was starting my homework at 10 o’clock or why I found myself too tired to study because it was midnight and I just finished talking to my friend about my day for an hour via text message. I don’t think there was a certain day where it clicked, it has been gradual since 7th grade, when I got my first iPhone.
I think that knowing I have a problem with using my phone way too often is something that many teens can’t own up to. I know I use it too much, a lot of my friends think that being logged on 98% of the time is normal. I know it isn’t, and that has helped me see the truth behind it and at least attempt to step away from time to time.
I’m going to be brutally honest here, as I type this blog entry, I have checked my phone a total of 2 times because I got a texts from friends. It’s also almost 11 o’clock at night. I should be sleeping, but I have things to do. I know I could’ve gotten them done sooner if I wasn’t on my phone, but keeping up with my friends is more important than most things these days, right?
After reading an article about compulsive texting, I am seeing the eerie correlation between the stats and my personal life. It’s kind of shocking to me that I am part of those statistics, in a general form. Writing this has made me reflect on my phone usage and now I will think about how much texting has become a normal thing for me, such as drinking water or blinking. I now know that stepping away can be extremely beneficial and that my face-to-face conversations mean more than an emotionless text.