this is a marvelous read and you're a romp of a writer and thank you. also, curious why so affirmed that we can't get out of it? I decided to be a person without a cell phone a few months ago and the holes in my swiss cheese head are slowly filling in again, the lights coming on, the sense of rhythm emerging again from some quiet deep space that needs a fuckton of space to feel spacious and not scary etc. just saying. I hear a lot of people saying it's inevitable and I think that's hogsnot. Also, maybe true.
First of all, thank you. And the fact that you're reading an essay about phone addiction while being a person without a phone is the kind of energy I aspire to. I should have known it would attract the phoneless.
You're right though. "can't" was lazy. What I meant was "won't". Even that's just "haven't yet". I think the architecture makes it hard. The social pressure makes it weird. But not impossible. I think I wrote "we can't quit" the way a guy on his ninth cigarette says "these things will kill you." Less a fact. More a confession dressed as wisdom.
Consider this my formal correction: we can get out. Some of us just keep choosing not to.
I love that level of transparency. I think it’s a really useful place to stand, or, even, perhaps, to take a stand. One of my teachers talks about upgrading our addictions. we are prone to that innate stickiness, the river needs a river bed, we don’t really know what to do with life force and squander it like asshats. Fyi my addiction got held in a new way when I realized I was addicted to checking the outer world for feedback and my capacity to be with my inner world was in shambles. The conversation really started to open there.
this is a marvelous read and you're a romp of a writer and thank you. also, curious why so affirmed that we can't get out of it? I decided to be a person without a cell phone a few months ago and the holes in my swiss cheese head are slowly filling in again, the lights coming on, the sense of rhythm emerging again from some quiet deep space that needs a fuckton of space to feel spacious and not scary etc. just saying. I hear a lot of people saying it's inevitable and I think that's hogsnot. Also, maybe true.
First of all, thank you. And the fact that you're reading an essay about phone addiction while being a person without a phone is the kind of energy I aspire to. I should have known it would attract the phoneless.
You're right though. "can't" was lazy. What I meant was "won't". Even that's just "haven't yet". I think the architecture makes it hard. The social pressure makes it weird. But not impossible. I think I wrote "we can't quit" the way a guy on his ninth cigarette says "these things will kill you." Less a fact. More a confession dressed as wisdom.
Consider this my formal correction: we can get out. Some of us just keep choosing not to.
I love that level of transparency. I think it’s a really useful place to stand, or, even, perhaps, to take a stand. One of my teachers talks about upgrading our addictions. we are prone to that innate stickiness, the river needs a river bed, we don’t really know what to do with life force and squander it like asshats. Fyi my addiction got held in a new way when I realized I was addicted to checking the outer world for feedback and my capacity to be with my inner world was in shambles. The conversation really started to open there.