I am crazy about my smartphone. It helps me run my life. Perhaps it actually runs my life and I just didn’t realize it. I sit today in rural Alberta with service that is at best spotty.
So, has my situation brought to light the control my mobile has over me? Has it perhaps been created by my mobile so I will think about how much I appreciate the connectivity when I get back to the semi- real world.
Hang on. That would mean that it is so advanced that it is controlling its control over me.
Now I’m craving three or four bars so I can search the possibility that I am hoodwinked into all of this to keep my mind from thing just that. Now I’m wondering if it has subtly coaxed me to use a word like hoodwinked so I am distracted on more than one level to maintain a firm grip on my typing fingers.
What do I make of that last sentence? Where am I?
Now, that’s what I call a smart phone.