I can read mail. I can look at my book sales. I can get texts. I can see if my blog gets a comment. I can log into the blog and see how many hits it has. I haven’t shut this stuff off. I can check messenger. I can look at my bank accounts and make sure nobody has stolen our identities. I can look at my retirement account and see how badly my Vegan meat stock is doing.
So that’s what I do.
Today I read I should set up do not disturb periods on the phone so my Texts can get batched up and I can treat them like emails. Good idea, I guess, but texts aren’t a huge issue for me, like they are for young people.
But the I have to punch through the block for my wife and kids and important work contacts. Just a little tech work. I show my age by admitting I have no desire to do learn how to do that. I probably should. I would like someone else to do it for me.
Bah.
The goddamn iphone counts using the ROKUs audio streaming use, ie, watching TV, as time on the phone, so, that tool is kinda useless, or hard to use, to gauge progress vis a vis the smartphone use itself, but really, I’m not working cutting back on the smart phone.
I don’t want to stop carrying a smart phone. I like, for example, knowing where the fuck I am without hunting around for a gas station with that still sells maps. I was bad at knowing where I was. I still am.
But of course, it’s all intertwined. The one thing leads to the other.
Like the alcoholic standing outside the church basement sucking down cigarettes.
One thing at a time. One day at a time.
I think I’ll check my email again.
Basically? Feel like crap. Why am I doing this again?
