I don’t own an iPhone or a smartphone of any kind. Never have. I often think it would be nice to be able to check email while I’m out or quickly post photos online or have GPS at my disposal. But I also know that if I had that type of access, I’d feel even less emotionally connected to the world than I already do. Seeing this short film by Charlene deGuzman, embedded below, makes me happy that I’m less connected than most people. But it also bums me out because I constantly witness similar scenes but in real life.
For the last couple months, I’ve been seriously considering deleting all of my social media accounts because, for the most part, they often make me anxious and even lead to depression. I think it’s because social media, at least for me lately, promotes the idea of being together while alone, which honestly feels like living some sort of fictional life. I enjoy that I can keep up with friends and family that I don’t see as much as I used to, and even stay in contact with people I’ve met through my work. But moreover, I’m usually left wishing that I saw those people more in real life instead of viewing their digital facsimiles. Or maybe I just need some Xanax.
(Photograph: Charlene deGuzman. Caption: Scene from I Forgot My Phone.)