There’s a fellow on the radio now talking about ‘phone phobia’, apparently 66% people have ‘nomophobia’ the fear of being without their mobile phone.
Seriously.
Perhaps it’s my truculent nature, but I immediately cried ‘oh horseshit!’ had a cup of coffee and went to the bedroom to locate my own mobile phone, which as always is out of credit. For many years I was one of the few people I knew that didn’t have a mobile phone. After we got rid of the house phone it became imperative to get one. I still dislike the wretched thing, and regularly leave it behind if I’m going places. I accept it as a necessary evil.
This is the POLAR opposite to the Paramour, who, if he could, would like an extra arm or two like Vishnu so that he could text, scroll, email and do whatever the hell else he does 18 hours a day. I have never seen him out without his phone. I genuinely don’t think he’d cope. To be fair his business relies on him to be constantly on watch, but it is alarming to watch him navigate his way around the world, head down, eyes on the teeny tiny screen. I asked him recently if he would consider leaving his phone behind if he went on holiday and his reply was ‘ why would I do that?’ But the look of sheer horror on his face was comical.
So what about it? Can you go out in a cheery relaxed state sans phone? Or does the very notion of being phoneless make you break into a cold sweat?
