After way too many near-attempts at throwing my phone out of the window, into a canal, or against a wall, I decided the best thing to do was to simply delete everything on it. I no longer have any apps, I deleted facebook from the phone, and I signed out of everything except email.
It’s a phone again. Just a phone.
The touchscreen still angers me beyond belief, but I am no longer contemplating phone murder, and my nights are much more enjoyable.
I’m seeing people, and doing things, and reading more.
You wouldn’t think that these have anything to do with eachother- having a smartphone and being social/having a life/imbibing culture, but they are directly correlated, at least in my life.
And besides, look at my summer reading list, back at the library this Saturday:
I’ve only read one and a half so far.
Do you think I can manage 7 and a half books in 3 days? How about when one is in Dutch (‘Ik, Jan Cremer’) and another is 1,474 pages (‘A Suitable Boy’)?
WHO HAS TIME FOR SMART PHONES IN THE SUMMER?!?!