How I survived a phoneless week
No, I didn’t lose it in Gatecrasher
As a self-confessed phone and social media addict, I was challenged to survive without it for one hellish week.
To make the task more ridiculous and inconvenient than it already was, I decided to abstain from all my favourite social media sites, such as Facebook, Twitter and my dearly beloved Instagram feed.
Day One: Monday
Mixed emotions. Many obstacles. Much stress.
My housemate Rachel became a human alarm clock as it occured to me while getting into bed Sunday night, that one of the reason’s I hate my phone is because it wakes me up in the morning.
Not only did I have an actual person shaking me awake, which most will agree, is fucking terrifying, but I couldn’t even press snooze and enjoy another 10 minutes of that blissful sleepy morning feeling.
Day Two: (Stupid) Tuesday
Thats right, I made an executive decision to brave a night out with my mates at the infamous Players. And it was bloody brilliant.
When I’m trollied, the last thing I want to do is attempt to form a text to meet up with friends, or try to get in contact with that one annoying, wandering mate that sees a night out as a chance to explore Birmingham alone.
No phone? Not my problem. I was free to enjoy my night throwing shapes and expressing myself through the medium of interpretive dance.
However, it did occur to me that not taking your phone on a night out is an admittedly dumb decision.
Imagine if I’d lost my mates and was being cornered by a middle aged leech in VIP, or got lost and couldn’t even call a taxi home.
Day Three: Wednesday
I had a long hungover day on campus planned, and I was actually beginning to feel a weird sense of freedom (along with a mixture of shame and regret).
I wasn’t constantly checking my pocket or bag to ensure my most prized possession was still there.
I wasn’t panicking hearing any noise that remotely sounded like my phone dropping out of my pocket.
Breezing through my day, I avoided distractions with the blissful knowledge that my phone was stored safely away in a drawer at home.
Day Four: Thursday
I found out I had a week to organise and plan a presentation with four random people from my seminar group.
It loomed on me the amount of effort this is via the archaic mode of e-mail. So I e-mailed my group lamely asking them to add me on Facebook – a Facebook to which I couldn’t access – and hoped for the best.
Not being able to text, ring or even Facebook message someone is starting to become a serious problem. The sheer convenience of a smartphone is, when you think about it, pretty mind-blowing.
But the lack of online communication resulted in a lot more actual talking. I wasn’t relentlessly tapping through a 103 second snapchat story whilst mid conversation.
I wasn’t checking my texts for an “instant” message that required an instant reply.
Day Five/Six: The Weekend
So many missed Instagram opportunities. I travelled home to see friends and couldn’t even upload a selfie-stick-selfie to mark the occasion.
Stuffing my face with my local pub grub, I realised I hadn’t even snapchatted a picture of my glorious meal accompanied by several love heart emojis.
Who says you can’t document your eating habits over social media? Haters. Thats who.
And I missed the chance to upload a golden teapot-pose picture of my night out on tuesday, proving that I’m a party animal who doesn’t actually prefer to stay in most nights watching The Big Bang Theory repeats.
Day Seven: Sunday
Much to my delight my phone was returned to me, and it was a bit of an anti-climax.
Although grateful to be able to lie in bed and mindlessly scroll through Instagram, my day got more unproductive the more time I spent judging pictures of Kylie Jenner’s awful hair extensions.
I’d had a really good week, done lots of fun things and although I couldn’t share them on Facebook for the likes – I’m not really that bothered at all.
The chore of checking my phone every 5 minutes was back, along with my social media addiction.
And it made me think – dramatic pause…
Is the smartphone really a blessing, or a burden?