{"id":4922,"date":"2011-10-04T12:09:00","date_gmt":"2011-10-04T19:09:00","guid":{"rendered":"\/?p=4922"},"modified":"2019-09-18T09:44:50","modified_gmt":"2019-09-18T16:44:50","slug":"iphone-love","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/needmoredesigns.com\/iphone-love\/","title":{"rendered":"iPhone Love"},"content":{"rendered":"
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My iPhone and I get along well. Besides acting as a phone, it gives me directions when I am lost, mentions when I need to grab a coat before I head out the door, reminds me of family birthdays, and keeps me company when I have insomnia in the middle of the night. And yet, more and more, I have been feeling suffocated. My iPhone and I are just a bit too cozy these days.<\/p>\n
After I mentioned (nay, Facebooked) the idea of taking a break from my iPhone, my partner responded with trepidation.<\/p>\n
“That’s like getting rid of all the food in your house just to go on a diet.”<\/p>\n
“Ah,” I noted, “but we actually need<\/em> food to survive<\/em>.”<\/p>\n I posited that walking away from my iPhone was more akin to getting rid of all of one’s blow in order to stop an extreme cocaine habit.<\/p>\n Turns out, we aren’t addicted to our iPhone (nor are they a substitute for nourishment). The truth is, we love our iPhones. That’s right. We. Love. Our. iPhones. (Perhaps not with our hearts, but certainly with our minds.)<\/p>\n