Yellowthirteen
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“Oh for FUCKS SAKE!!”
I threw my stupid Iphone away from me. I hated that lousy piece of junk. And before you get your knickers in a twist: I have had similar experiences with Android phones. Sure, I had several apps open at the same time, but it was a new phone! It shouldn't have crashed and auto-rebooted. ...For the fourth time that day.
It occured to me that it was madness, to even attempt to be active in seven apps at the same time. I had been texting people on several platforms,searching for a certain video in my galleries so I could delete it, thinking up another 100+ point word, rescheduling appointments, downloading a podcast, scanning the No Agenda News Network, and to top it off nicely, I had been learning a new timemanagement app... I laughed maddingly at my hyped up actions, at my hectic life.
I suddenly realised I had become what I dreaded most. A phone-zombie, addicted to my slave-screen. Thinking that my whole life takes place on a 5 inch screen. I-must-check-my-phone... I-must-check-my-phone... Pathetic. And take for instance me throwing away my phone: I had launched it cowardly and without conviction (as were so many of my actions recently) towards cushions on my couch. The truth being that I was scared to smash it, because I was scared I might miss some stupid message. Scared being the main word here.
And to be honest, my phone was even playing a growing part in my sexual appetite. I could remember, when I was much younger, that I used to fantasize about girls I knew and had had sex with. Or girls that I didn't have sex with but wanted to. I controlled the fantasy and what happened in it. Then the internet came, now followed by the slavedevices. I didn't have to even think up a fantasy, they were millions ready made for me online. Ready for acces at any moment. That was not necessarily a bad thing, but I wasn't using my brain power any more. It was making me lazy.
The slavescreen had taken over my brain. "It's sooo handy, makes you sooo productive," was what the marketing was yelling at me. But to be honest, it was doing exactly the opposite. I wasn't more productive in Any aspect of my life.
I felt myself getting madder. Angry at the way I was being programmed exactly like the slaves in Orwell's 1984. Only worse, because I was, and zillions with me, volentarily checking my slavescreen 100 times a day. I laughed at myself for trying out the timemanagement app: it was sooo obvious that that wouldn't work, but only draw my attention even more to the petite screen.
I longed for freedom. I debated that If I truely was serious about this, I should have chucked the phone out of the window and NOT on my cushion. Was I serious? Or just a scared little man. I concluded that I was, in fact, the latter. Angry that my phone didn't work the way I wanted it to, but too scared to choose to chuck it away. Scared of going cold turkey. It definately had me in it's grip. How could I not be stronger than that? Huh?
FUCK. Fuck THAT. No way was I staying a slave! I looked at the Iphone in the cushion. How the hell did this happen? I had always been a independant thinker, or so I thought. An independant person, with a mind of my own to draw conclusions with. I took pride on that. But. These last few years, I had drawn conclusions more and more on what the headlines in my slavescreen told me. Too lazy to read past a headline and truely understand stuff.
FUCK. Fuck THAT. I shook my head, realizing there was no other option. This was IT, goddammit. Fuck it. I stood up, my heartbeat racing, grabbed my phone and instinctively chucked it out of the window... A feeling of sheer freedom running through my body and soul. Jeez that felt good!
Three stories down I heard a womans voice cry out: “AAUUWWW...What the HECK!!??”
Horrified, I sped to the window and looked down.
I threw my stupid Iphone away from me. I hated that lousy piece of junk. And before you get your knickers in a twist: I have had similar experiences with Android phones. Sure, I had several apps open at the same time, but it was a new phone! It shouldn't have crashed and auto-rebooted. ...For the fourth time that day.
It occured to me that it was madness, to even attempt to be active in seven apps at the same time. I had been texting people on several platforms,searching for a certain video in my galleries so I could delete it, thinking up another 100+ point word, rescheduling appointments, downloading a podcast, scanning the No Agenda News Network, and to top it off nicely, I had been learning a new timemanagement app... I laughed maddingly at my hyped up actions, at my hectic life.
I suddenly realised I had become what I dreaded most. A phone-zombie, addicted to my slave-screen. Thinking that my whole life takes place on a 5 inch screen. I-must-check-my-phone... I-must-check-my-phone... Pathetic. And take for instance me throwing away my phone: I had launched it cowardly and without conviction (as were so many of my actions recently) towards cushions on my couch. The truth being that I was scared to smash it, because I was scared I might miss some stupid message. Scared being the main word here.
And to be honest, my phone was even playing a growing part in my sexual appetite. I could remember, when I was much younger, that I used to fantasize about girls I knew and had had sex with. Or girls that I didn't have sex with but wanted to. I controlled the fantasy and what happened in it. Then the internet came, now followed by the slavedevices. I didn't have to even think up a fantasy, they were millions ready made for me online. Ready for acces at any moment. That was not necessarily a bad thing, but I wasn't using my brain power any more. It was making me lazy.
The slavescreen had taken over my brain. "It's sooo handy, makes you sooo productive," was what the marketing was yelling at me. But to be honest, it was doing exactly the opposite. I wasn't more productive in Any aspect of my life.
I felt myself getting madder. Angry at the way I was being programmed exactly like the slaves in Orwell's 1984. Only worse, because I was, and zillions with me, volentarily checking my slavescreen 100 times a day. I laughed at myself for trying out the timemanagement app: it was sooo obvious that that wouldn't work, but only draw my attention even more to the petite screen.
I longed for freedom. I debated that If I truely was serious about this, I should have chucked the phone out of the window and NOT on my cushion. Was I serious? Or just a scared little man. I concluded that I was, in fact, the latter. Angry that my phone didn't work the way I wanted it to, but too scared to choose to chuck it away. Scared of going cold turkey. It definately had me in it's grip. How could I not be stronger than that? Huh?
FUCK. Fuck THAT. No way was I staying a slave! I looked at the Iphone in the cushion. How the hell did this happen? I had always been a independant thinker, or so I thought. An independant person, with a mind of my own to draw conclusions with. I took pride on that. But. These last few years, I had drawn conclusions more and more on what the headlines in my slavescreen told me. Too lazy to read past a headline and truely understand stuff.
FUCK. Fuck THAT. I shook my head, realizing there was no other option. This was IT, goddammit. Fuck it. I stood up, my heartbeat racing, grabbed my phone and instinctively chucked it out of the window... A feeling of sheer freedom running through my body and soul. Jeez that felt good!
Three stories down I heard a womans voice cry out: “AAUUWWW...What the HECK!!??”
Horrified, I sped to the window and looked down.
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