For this highly distractible individual, owning a smart phone is like having a surrogate front lobe thats primary desires are to post, email, text, play games, check weather & look up useless but oddly intriguing concepts for debate like “Mandela Effect” or “Collective False Memories”, while disassociating with the real world. My creative self remains stifled and my body begins to suffocate. I literally start feeling stiff and uncomfortable in my own skin. The restlessness and irritability I experience if I am “overstimulated” for too long becomes unbearable. It’s like I am drowning but I don’t really know why I cannot swim and why I don’t I come up for air? I don’t know, maybe because, like most addictions, when I’m IN IT, I don’t SEE IT. I don’t see the trap, only the instant gratification it brings. When I was younger, it was pot and alcohol, but now it’s more technology based. If I don’t get on social media and make some witty comments defending Christian Universalism, exposing the false doctrine of Eternal Conscious Torment, I start to feel like a useless member of society.
Even though I know deep down that raising a 5 year old is very important and a privilege from God to be able to experience, too often I undermine it’s vitality! Another difficulty for each generational gap is the parents ability to adapt to technological advances. My folks experienced it with their parents when TVs replaced radios, and later on, when CDs replaced vinyl records. Now, as a parent of a millennial, I find it difficult adjusting to the cellphone glued to hands of teenagers sitting in same room together! And social media aviators becoming “the norm”
It’s been 4 days since I’ve seen my I- phone and I feel better than I have in months!
Shadow Boxing with Thought Bubbles... 