Look around – if you’re on public transport, in a café or restaurant, even at work or university you’ll see it straight away.
Clue? You’re possibly doing it now.
We are addicted to our phones.
Go out to dinner and you can be sure that at some point every single person at the table will be on their phones. Couples are checking intimacy at the bedroom door, the game of choice Candy Crush Saga.
Body crush saga no more!
There’s a great documentary on Netflix called Minimalism, about a couple of former corporates who downsize their entire lives to get away from the distraction of material goods and a life that’s not real, or authentic.
They live in small but sufficient homes, and own only what they need. One jacket. One chair. One coffee mug.
I was reading up last week about a couple of Aussie brothers who have launched a new business offering holidays in this style of minimalist cabin, where you can unplug, unwind, and live only with the basics.
I’ve always had a certain respect for people who don’t have Facebook accounts.
Who are these enigma’s, so comfortable turning their back on society?
Why don’t they need the validation of likes and comments?
How are they just happy to meet a person at face value, and not want to stalk them online?
On the one hand naïve and left behind, on the other far more evolved and self-assured.
I’m not quite ready to throw away all my crockery nor my collection of winter scarves, but I have deleted Facebook off my phone, and I love getting away where there’s no phone service.
We live in an amazing region – put down the phone, go for a walk. Reconnect with something real. There’s no app for that.
*Fairlie Hamilton is a presenter for i98FM and Mercury columnist.