I’m officially converted.
To say I’m obsessed with my new iPhone, a Christmas gift from my parents, is a horrific understatement. If I thought I was spending way too much time plugged into technology before, that desire to be connected all the time has increased tenfold.
I had a smartphone before, yes, and checked my email constantly. When I was feeling adventurous, I updated Twitter or tried to post a photo to Facebook. But I didn’t realize how clunky my old Palm Pre had become until my iPhone was synced up. Being able to seamlessly update the many websites to which I contribute with just a few clicks? Awesome.
Of course, I’m wary of going overboard. I know how easy it is to burn people out on your steams of Instagram photos (awesome!) and ridiculous updates on your lunch. I take a lot of food photos. I don’t want to be That Guy.
But what I am, apparently? Another Words With Friends nutcase. I have 18 games going right now with the likes of Beth F, Kathy, Meredith and more. I’ve lost most of my battles, friends, but I’m still aiming to win the war. (Someday. And I’m “writemeg” in the app, by the way.) It’s completely addictive and distracting, and I’m to the point that I must physically move my iPhone out of grasp so that I don’t tinker with it for hours on end.
And there’s even a Kindle app. Be still my beating heart.