Last week I was invited to my first party since moving here and – I kid you not it – according to the thoughts that were racing through my head it was as if I were in eighth grade again and preparing for a very important event that would subsequently determine my social standing for the rest of the year.
I'm no stranger to digital detoxes. I'm one of those weirdos that shuts her phone off at like 8:30, often leaves it locked in the console of her car, and has been known to airplane mode it and shove it in a drawer on the regular. I mean, people have survived without these addictive devices for centuries - surely I can survive without mine for a few hours or overnight. And I do. I survive quite well without the blasted thing.