Phones, these incredible devices that hold so much potential to create connections between humans through exchanges, too often create distance. I wonder what Alexander Graham Bell would have thought of that.
You’re not just rejecting us, you’re pretending we no long exist simply because you have no more use for us. To me, that’s the modern-day definition of treating someone like trash.
I love you, save me, fix me, fix my phone, I didn’t mean that, please love me, my fate rests in your hands.
“Last seen today at 19:43”— how damning, because it is now twenty to midnight, and I know you’ve read my messages from the day before. The double-ticks gave you away, dude.
Here are three little things that I found did make a dent in my cell-phone usage.
If a person texts you back quicker than you could save 15% or more on car insurance, they hold you in pretty high regards.
There’s nothing nearly as sentimental or romantic about hitting ‘like’ on a Valencia-filtered holiday snap. Sorry. There just isn’t.
Mindless Instagram scrolling or virtual Scrabble usually accompanies any minor break in my day instead of “me time” for things like yoga or finding God. I’m an addict.
In the four years it took to create the phone, Bezos said the company asked itself only one question: “Can we build a better phone for our most engaged customers?”
He touches her more often than he touches me.