So it’s been a while since my last post, let me catch you up:
I was robbed of any sort of new years celebrations by our well known friend the norovirus (lucky me ey?). Since recovering I’ve returned to my student home to start my last term at university. My uncle decided the day I returned home was the perfect day to break my precious blackberry so I have spent nearly two weeks substituting sms with emails.
Why is it when your phone is broken all anyone wants to talk about is how they can’t live without their phone? … very supportive.
I decided to do the unthinkable and not to use the replacement phone I was offered. Mainly because I wanted to explore the shocking level of dependancy I have developed on this singular piece of technology. I promise you if I hadn’t bought an ipad at christmas my world would of ended without my phone. The main problems I had revolved around alarm clocks, texts and phone calls and not being able to use ANY of them. In the end I concluded that not having a phone was more of an inconvenience than the initial tragedy I expected it to be (as long as you have a tablet device!). To my credit (and apples) I survived my experience though I can’t say I did it without complaining.
I wish I could pin point when exactly in my life I became technology dependant. I can still remember coming home from primary school and my mum showing me the brand new computer she’d bought. This massive chunky grey thing that ran windows98 and took forever to boot up is now a distant memory as I sit here typing away on my laptop snug in my bed.
I’m only 21 but in my life time I’ve owned 6 different mobile phones, 5 computers /laptops, 5 game consoles, 4 mp3 players, 4 cameras, 3 video cameras, 2 TV’s and 1 iPad! Thats nearly as much technology as my granddad has owned in his 84years on earth!
To be perfectly honest I’m not sure if that list confirms my dependancy on technology or just demonstrates that my mum obviously really, really loves me. Either way, its a far cry from the things my granddad had by the time he was my age. Even my mum didn’t have half of those things. I dread to think what any child of mine will of acquired by the time they’re 21!
Well, after contemplating that and safely scaring the crap out of myself I think its time for some dissertation work…