Do you remember the show My Strange Addiction? The television show that found people who had the strangest of emotional needs and met them by overindulging in rocks, chalk or even toilet paper eating? There were also the lovelies addicted to tanning until they were orange or loving on their cats in super inappropriate ways. Shiver. The riveting ridiculous “reality” show that thrills by exposing a women’s obsession with sleeping with her hair dryer ….while it’s on! Quality TV? Um, not in my opinion, but it did get me thinking, perhaps I too have my own (milder) strange addiction?
Here it goes, my confession: Truth be told, I may have a few addictions. Y’all know about my love for popcorn. Only the best snack ever created and not bad as a dinner for one. Travel. Can’t get enough, always planning, always dreaming. Travel is my happy place. And chocolate. Well, clearly that should be its own food group, this has to be a normal notion. But my biggest addiction. The one I’m realizing may be a bit of a problem? Is my iPhone. Yes. My name is Stephanie and I am addicted to my smartphone.
I heart my iPhone. It’s like a third child. That phone is the first thing I check when I wake up in the morning and the last thing I check before I turn the lights out for the evening. It sleeps beside on the bedside table. (The very fact that I just referred to it as sleeping beside me is alarming, right?) It’s sitting on my lap right now. Like a spoiled pet. If I accidentally leave the house without my phone, I actually feel a bit panicked? Where did I leave my iPhone? Where did I have my phone last? Is it safe? Oh no, did I leave it in the car? What if someone steals it? What if I’m missing an important message, an e-mail, or what if my kids need me. I get a little buzz, a sweet little high when I receive a short text message from my daughter away at University. Even if she only needs to know what the name of our fave Chinese Restaurant is again. Gah, that is all kinds of pathetic. I love seeing the light on beside my twitter account knowing someone is reaching out to me. I NEED to check and see if that DING that I adore is an important message, and yes, I even take and make the occasional phone call too.
My name is Stephanie and I am an iPhoneaholic. Am I alone or do you think My Strange Addiction will be calling soon?