....or why my iphone reminds me of scotch.
Hello my name is John and I'm a digiholic. Since I've already seen the inside of more than than a few AA meetings, this child's tussles with cravings that harm is first hand knowledge, bought and paid for. So listen up.
I first knew for sure I had a digi problem yesterday on a round trip drive from Boston to Portland, Maine. Maybe a quarter of a mile down Storrow Drive from our place I reached into my pocket for my iphone and remembered it was still on the night stand by my bed. Damn!! DAMN!!
Storrow is limited access and the rush hour traffic was a crush. No big deal I thought, a half day without AT & T will do me good. This mental handstand had as much self knowledge as a drunk telling himself (and others) that switching to wine proves he doesn't have a problem. After this bit of world class delusion, the withdrawal symptoms really kicked in and the rest of the trip was brutal.
First came the absolute conviction that my wife was trying to reach me with a reminder to get something for her at Whole Foods in Portland.
Next followed a shaky 75 mile stretch nursing a craving to check my email and voice messages. (Yes I've been known to do this and yes doing it can prove fatally stupid.)
And finally as I neared my destination the need for a Google maps fix kept banging on my fevered frontal lobe.
And so it came to pass that after 6 excruciating hours without my drug of choice I was reunited with my sleek slippery app toting addiction lying there lonesome on the table by the bed.
I know I badly need a digital 12 step program. Intervention is inevitable but not today please. I've got to check Facebook.
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