1986BS
I had to look it up but the Motorola 8000 above was my first mobile phone. Or rather luggable phone.
It was 1986 - Before Smartphones. It was hideously expensive to both own and operate with calls costing an eye watering 25p a minute. But it set me free and ensured I could always reach my clients.
Fast forward to 2021 and I feel like a slave to the smartphone. Last night I turned my XMax off, determined to keep it off for at least 48 hours. I lasted 14. What happened?
I needed to turn on my laptop so that I could operate my desk lights and glimpsed an important email that required me to take action that’s only possible on my phone. Grrrr.
And while I could have then shut it down, delivery notifications I need take care of popped up.
Oh - and because I’d just finished painting camouflage spots on the King Tiger I’ve got on the go, I really HAD to take a photo and publish on LinkedIn. Right?
It’s all rather sad and even more so when I am reminded that in the last week I averaged more than 13 hours A DAY on the damned thing. So a lot of that was spent watching YouTube painting tutorials and foodie recipe videos but even so…I’m a slave to the Smartphone Gods.
This has to stop because at this rate I can imagine the day coming when I’m in my coffin and someone is bound to say: ‘Don’t forget to give him his phone. He’ll be lost without it.’
Life is too short as it is…time to close the phone. Again.