I confess. I’m a nomophobe. (And you, fellow student, probably are too)
Stood in the middle of a busy Bank Holiday London, as the sun begins to set behind Big Ben, I realise something is wrong. Something is very, very wrong. My friend, my companion, my confidant, is gone. I’m completely and utterly abandoned and they are gone.
The reality was, my phone had just run out of battery.
It was completely dead. Gone. And I can admit, I was bereft.
Pathetic? Maybe, but before you label me as a pitiful, tragic human being and hastily turn the page to escape my ramblings, just stop and consider living without your phone. For anyone, this would surely be a struggle.
I recently read an article in The I that very kindly allowed me to diagnose myself, and half of the British population, with ‘Nomophobia’, the fear of being without your mobile phone. Yes it is a real thing, I googled it on my phone straightaway. Apparently, one fifth of the population check their emails whilst still in bed, myself included and nearly a third of us would check our phone during a date.
Now, I don’t just spend my days anxiously stalking my phone from the corner of a darkened room, ready to pounce when I hear the chime of text message. I use it for absolutely everything. I tweet, I post, I watch, I write, I do everything you can possibly imagine on my phone, because there simply is an app for everything. I’m even writing this article on it now whilst my bulky, heavy laptop sulks in the corner pleading for attention.
And it wasn’t until I was stood in the middle of London, abandoned, that I realised I was lost without it. I actually panicked, and my heart rate escalated, something an app on my phone could probably have shown you. I couldn’t see the time or the train timetable to get me home. I couldn’t tell everyone what I was doing every second of the day or Instagram my clichéd tourist snaps to make me feel like a true photographer. Okay, the last two are quite frankly a bit irritating, but I got sucked into this cyber world like everyone else.
And you know what; I don’t necessarily think it’s a bad thing. Nowadays, life is all about convenience and speed and that is exactly what my iPhone gives me. I can keep everything in one easy to access place. I don’t think I could actually function properly without it. Sorry laptop, this just isn’t going to work anymore. It’s not you, it’s not even me, it’s my iPhone.
So, today, I unashamedly confess to you, that I Emily Adams, am a Nomophobe. And admit it… you are too.
Photo credit: iStockphoto, mbbirdy