My names Sophie Kirby and I’m a mobile phone addict.
Before you think it- yes, this post may seem somewhat hypocritical coming from a wannabe blogger and self-confessed Instagram addict, but self-improvement is always positive right? And I’m pretty sure the majority of lovely people who read my blog can probably relate to this in some way or another.
We’ve all seen those couples in restaurants- the ones that literally haven’t looked up from their phones to speak in half an hour. The worst! And is there anything more frustrating than hanging out with someone, and they’re half listening to you and half texting? (Or probably just not listening at all). Technology has enriched our lives so very much but also has the ability to completely drain them.
I thank my boyfriend for opening my eyes to this; he’s not at all attached to his phone and half the time he doesn’t even know where it is. When he’s with me he’s not on his phone chatting to friends, and when he’s with his friends he’s not on his phone chatting to me (I am totally fine with this part, totally fine?!?!?! Just kidding!). But on a serious note- it’s refreshing, and he’s always present one hundred percent in whatever situation he’s in. And then there’s me…
If my phone dies for an hour best believe I’ll be turning it on to a hundred and sixty three group Whatsapp notifications because one of the girls Tinder dates was a complete catfish, alongside fifteen Prettylittlething print screens because well- should I wear the black jumpsuit or the khaki body con dress this Saturday?! Decisions decisions…
But I don’t want the main form of exercise I do to be frantically running up the stairs because my phones on one percent, and I can’t say ‘sorry, what?’ one more time because I missed half of the convo from scrolling through my Twitter timeline. It’s shameful.
Next time you go out to a club, a bar, a restaurant, a concert- whatever it may be; take a moment out of your evening and just look around, just for a minute. I guarantee fifty percent of people will be Snapchatting. Because obviously, everyone at home is just dying to see you miming Drake and flicking your hair with a huge cartoon dog’s tongue flapping in and out of your mouth. Not as cute the next day, and your ex-boyfriend is not going to get back with you now you’ve sung every word of Beyoncé’s- ‘Sorry’ to him in ten second clips, you’re not sorry, we get it).
From now on forwards, I want to stop using this blog as an excuse to be on my phone 24/7 and I want to make a real conscious effort to live in the moment. So when you’re out for dinner with your girls, why not all put your phones in the middle of the table and just talk, catch up, laugh, tell stories, and reminisce on old memories. Choose to spend an evening in with your family with no tablets, no iPhones, no laptops and just sit together (with snacks, obvs) and watch a movie. When you and your boyfriend wind down for bed in the evenings, don’t lay in bed texting and scrolling through the gram- talk to each other, “how has your day been”, make plans, communicate. Because one day, we might just want these precious hours back.
All photography by Megan Love Photography