Before I had a smartphone, I used to wake up every day and do two hours of reading before I left my bed. True story. I never had such an easy time getting absorbed in a book as I did during those two hours from 7:30ish to 9:30ish AM. And it was such a simple thing. All I had to do was make sure that my kindle was closer to me than my computer. I’m not sure this was the best use of my happy, alert morning hours–I don’t know about you, but I am often so happy and alert in the mornings–but it was certainly better than what I began to do after I got a smartphone, which was browse the internet on my phone for an hour and a half.
All this browsing was not optimal, but it seemed inescapable. After all, my phone is an integral part of me. It is the only thing in the world that I love.
But then I went out on a date with a woman* who told me that she never takes her phone into the bedroom! Which was shocking. And a little appalling. And it took me months to wrap my head around the idea that this might be an appropriate way to behave. But I’ve recently come around. Now I keep my phone charger in the living room, and I put my phone to charge on the living room table before I go to bed. I’ve been relying on my watch alarm to wake me up, which actually works surprisingly well. And my morning reading has returned! It’s pretty excellent.
Of course, the upshot of this is that yesterday I missed a call from my parents in New Delhi =/ So if you ever try and fail to reach me in the morning, then please know it’s because I just don’t have my phone to hand.
But if you try and fail to reach me any other time of the day, it’s because I’m ignoring you.
*Yes, I went on a date with a woman. I’ve been identifying for awhile as a bisexual person. It is a thing.