Yep. You did read the title of this post right – I dropped my iPhone in the sea and I didn’t get it back. So I decided to tell you all about my social media addiction.
The story really needs to be explained in full because essentially it happened because of my never ending hunger (which makes the story more comical). So we’d come back from Dubrovnik after some shopping and sushi but of course, I was still hungry. In my bid to eat more I went onto the deck to rifle through a box for some food (red pepper sauce for dipping crisps in to be precise). It was around 11pm so I was using my iPhone as a torch until my grip slipped and I watched it fly off the boat and drift down into the deep waters of the marina. I don’t know why I assumed the phone would float but it definitely didn’t.
My first thought was obviously contacting everyone (mainly Adrian) because I was away from home but the second thought completely shocks me when I look back. I didn’t think about the pictures I’d lost or the fact I had to buy another phone – I thought about social media. I couldn’t comprehend how I’d last a week without checking Instagram or my emails and actually cried.. cried about it. How millenial of me!!
It sounds so stupid to sit here and tell you that I cried over a piece of technology, but thats the height of my social media addiction.. or was.
My brain genuinely couldn’t accept that I had lost my lifeline to the online world.
To put this in perspective for you, my life is 80% online. My job is online. Being a blogger heightens my use of social media, giving me a ‘reason’ to check in on Instagram or Twitter multiple times a day and feel a pang of sadness if my latest post hasn’t got enough likes (we’ll save that for another post). I sometimes get so emerged in the digital world that my life in the real one becomes a little lost.
Now I didn’t go without a phone per say because I did manage to install WhatsApp on my Kindle tablet. However, carrying that around all the time was a bit of a pain. The size, lack of wifi and speed meant that I didn’t really pick it up very often. It became more of a security blanket. For the week before I landed back in the UK, I knew I had the choice to use social media but I chose against it. Maybe this contributed to my little social media detox because I stepped away from my ‘phone’ a lot more.
I tried to appreciate the beauty of Croatia, engage fully in conversations and not focus my thoughts on whether my texts were being replied to. My Instagram wasn’t being updated as regularly but I didn’t care. I actually enjoyed not worrying about which picture to post next and the constant panic of missing a photo op.. and I actually didn’t miss it all that much!
I also felt a lot better about myself because I wasn’t seeing constant updates from bikini models or amazing photographers. I got sucked into thinking that I had to look a certain way to post bikini shots all the time until I realised that nobody gives a shit. I’d rather just post a bikini shot because I feel great than hold back because I don’t think I look great.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that stepping away from social media by force made me appreciate life. I got more of a connection with the people around me. I grew in self confidence and had way more fun throwing myself into the sea and dancing in the bar.
The phone might be replaced but my social media addiction is staying away. There are certain times of the day when I refuse to touch my phone now. And the pressure to keep a perfect appearance online is becoming a distant memory.
I am still active on all forms of social media, just much more aware of it. If theres one thing you do this week, try and step away from your phone a little more, you’ll be surprised at how you feel.
a twenty-something exploring the world with a double espresso and a camera.