Over the weekend I was at a party; during a lull in conversation I pulled out my iPhone. My friend flashed me a weird look before he pointed out that he was the only one in our circle of four who hadn’t reached for their phone. Looking around the room, I found it amusing how many people actually had their phones in hand. Even people out on the dance floor had their phones out.
Reaching for my phone has become like second nature lately. It has actually become a running joke about how often I have my phone out, but until yesterday I didn’t realize how bad it had gotten. Walking around Ithaca in order to do this post, I found myself listening to music while browsing my Twitter feed.
Technology hasn’t simple woven itself into the fabric of our lives, I’d reason that it has become the fabric. Most everything we do centers around technology of varying forms. Stop into CTB and you’ll notice that almost everyone pays with a credit card, look around your classroom or workplace where chances are more than half of your peers are typing away on their laptops, and then there’s the issue of cell phones.
Essentially, we live in a cocoon of new media, which I suppose is a double-edged sword. On one hand, it’s great how plugged in we are. However, we may be so plugged in that we’re tripping over wires trying connect with our fellow man. I’d like to say that I’m going to be more conscientious about my phone usage but that would be a lie. For better or worse, we’ve made this bed and I quite like lying in it.