Disconnected and Discombobulated

I scoffed when I read about college students becoming anxious when separated from digital technology—email, Facebook, and other social media. Or rather, I believed they became anxious, but thought smugly, Glad I’m not hooked like they are.

Except that now I am.

Recently, I was camping at a state campground that didn’t have cell signal. At all. Although we were only about 30 miles from Rochester, Minnesota, we were in the land that time and technology forgot. At first I was delighted. No New York Times news flashes or Facebook posts reminding me of depressing political news. I wasn’t expecting any urgent emails.

Being disconnected felt a bit odd, but I knew my friends would understand if I didn’t respond to their texts or emails promptly.

Not having instant access to the weather app was OK. I didn’t really need to know exactly how cold it would get at night. 55 degrees or 50 degrees—what’s the difference? Either way, we’d have a fire and then burrow into our sleeping bags at bedtime.

But what if my 90-year-old mother-in-law had a health issue? Would my sons be able to track us down? If one of our sons got seriously ill, how would they contact us? Since they’re in their 20’s, that’s usually not a big concern, but one of them had had a significant health problem a few weeks ago, so the possibility seemed more real.

You see where all this was going—good ole free floating anxiety racheted up by lack of connectivity. Wow.

Several times I had to tell myself to knock it off. Everyone was fine. Despite knowing that, I still tried to fire up my phone when we visited the park office. No signal.

For years I’ve had the constant chatter: texts, email, and commentary from Facebook, Twitter, and blogs, so it took a while to get used to the sound of my own thoughts. Or no thoughts whatsoever.

At first I had to concentrate on being in the moment. Resist the urge to curate my experiences. Just live them. I noticed the lavender and white phlox blooming in the meadow we were hiking through, heard the wind in the trees and the creek murmuring behind our campsite, and squinted at the zillions of stars you can see out in the country.

I hate admitting that being disconnected made me anxious. But instant access has become too gratifying. The more I’ve gotten used to it, the more I want it. When I hear the ding of a new email or text hitting my phone, I’ve got to know who it’s from. It’s obsessive. As reinforcing as treats would be to Pavlov’s dogs.

Who's the text from? 15 emails?! OMG!

Who’s the text from? 15 emails?! OMG!

Technology is supposed to be a helpful tool, subservient to me, not my master. I don’t want to feel so controlled by it.

How did I get to be at the beck and call of this device? I let the lure of instant access get to me.

So I’ve decided to try disconnecting intentionally one day a week, as an experiment.

On those days, I’ll use my phone for calls, but otherwise avoid checking emails, weather apps, maps, Facebook, Snapchat, and the New York Times news feed. Fasting from email, apps, and social media will be hard—after all, the first thing I did after we packed up and drove away was check email. 56 of them had piled up in three days. Most of them weren’t that important, which reinforces my decision to go offline periodically.

It’s so easy to be caught up in the bizzyness of the internet and social media. I want to rediscover what else I can do with my time.

7 thoughts on “Disconnected and Discombobulated

  1. Thx for encouraging me to be more thoughtful re: my own phone use. I have been doing my best to not talk or check messages while in the car (even when downtown construction has me stopping at every light), but there’s still plenty of room for improvement.

    • The ironic thing is that I will still have to check my calendar which is on the phone in order to remember that’s the day I’m ignoring my phone!!

  2. I hear you Ellen. Have been in the same situation and it was very stressful. It surprised me because I did not consider myself hooked either…….

  3. Good post, Ellen. It is hard to unplug these days. I feel guilty if I have internet-free days (some days I am too busy gardening or doing things that take me away from my laptop and I don’t own a mobile phone -shocking, I know). I get THAT look from people (like I’m from Mars) when I say I haven’t looked at gmail in 2 or 3 days. Either they don’t believe me or they think I’m avoiding them. There is an expectation that you will instantly receive their email (ping!) and frustration if you don’t respond within a few hours.
    This technology definitely does make us anxious!

    • Isn’t it weird how people trying to contact us assume something bad (you’re avoiding them) instead of you’re busy having fun? BTW, i got a Nellie Moser and an alpina Blue Dancer clematis–one of them’s got to take! If not, I’ll give up and paint a mural of flowers on that ugly garage! 😉

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