This post was supposed to be about the fun shenanigans I got up to in Edmonton this past week, but my plans changed when my phone took a dive into the toilet.
Yes, the toilet.
It is, apparently, quite common for smartphones to go toilet diving, so for those of you who feel my pain, let us take a moment to mourn our poor phones. For those of you who just don’t understand how this could possibly happen, I envy you and your innocence.
I learned about my phone habits once I was phoneless. Nearly immediately after the incident, I was envious of my sister checking her social media accounts. I didn’t particularly need to check them in that moment, but I wanted the option.
On the car ride back to the hotel, I realised how much I relied on my phone to keep me from being bored. Just sitting in a car and watching the city go by was an activity that belonged solely in my childhood.
And then I realised I couldn’t just text my SO back home. I had to go to my laptop, log onto Facebook and message him through there. Way less convenient. How did people contact each other thirty years ago??? Not being able to immediately contact my friends was frustrating and, to be honest, stressed me out a little bit.
I quickly learned that I have a habit of repeatedly checking social media over and over and over and over again just to kill time. When I didn’t have a working smartphone, I had to figure out other ways to spend my time, especially on the long drive home.
The next day, I learned about how I rely on my phone for on-the-go information. I drove to my phone retailer, only to find that it was temporarily closed due to construction.
“I’ll just look up where another store is,” I naively thought to myself, reaching for my phone and then realising it was completely useless. Crap!
“Fine, my laptop is in the car, I’ll just use—“ Nope. Laptops need wifi. Crap.
So I promptly drove straight back home to look up the location of another store. It struck me how much I rely on my phone to find store locations, phone numbers, friends’ addresses, anything while out of wifi range. How did people do anything thirty years ago??? I’m guessing a lot more preparation was involved. My generation seems to fly by the seat of our pants, going, going, going because our phones can keep up with us. And then when our phones can’t keep up with us, we’re very very lost.
Going phoneless for a day was an educational and thought-provoking experience. It made me consider my phone habits. I’ve realised smartphones have revolutionised the way society works. And now I’m starting to consider challenging myself to create better phone habits, and to maybe try self-induced phoneless days.
Have any of you had any phone epiphanies after a toilet dive? Comment below! Share the love! And keep smiling!