Does anyone else argue with their other half about the amount of time they spend on their phone? Or do your friends wind you up by being on Instagram when you’re trying to have a conversation over dinner? Trust me, I am well aware that I am the LAST person to pass comment on excessive social media use!
I’m a huge social media fan and, as a full-time blogger, using it is relevant and important to my job. A huge amount of my traffic comes via Facebook. In fact, for me, the line between work and play totally blurs with social media. I enjoy it all. I like to talk, across whatever medium, and with my close friends and family, as well and new and interesting strangers! I met my VERY good real life friends Emma (also known as my wife) and Naomi on Twitter, and we have been pretty much inseparable since meeting up two years ago. I digress, but these are all reasons I use to justify my use of social media being important.
None of these reasons, however, change the fact that it gets on my future husband’s nerves. Big style. I knew the topic would be addressed when we did our pre-marriage counselling (a prerequisite for a church wedding, and an optional for anyone else who fancies it) earlier this month. There’s not much we argue about but this, along with the more stereotypical housework issues, was a regular niggle. To cut a long story short, we ended up making a deal (I’m a person who likes black and white rules) that I’d stay off the internet (unless I really need to get work done) between 6.30pm (when he gets home) and 8.30pm every weeknight. This means I can no longer tweet The Voice. DISASTER. But seriously, it took me a lot of excuse-making before I agreed, because of things like that. “But it’s part of my job,” I exclaimed. What if my friends need to text me about something after work?!
And then the marriage counsellor lady said: “You keep talking about your friends, but what about this guy (gesturing towards the fiancé), who you’re telling me is your best friend?” BUSTED. Point made. Phone curfew implemented.
It’s been hard but the world hasn’t ended. Last night it was killing me not to tweet about Ricky Martin’s white pants. But it’s actually been really liberating and led to us being much more present with each other (wow, that sounds wanky!). Rather than sitting next to each other and watching TV or talking to other people (many we don’t even know), we’re having conversations. Or not saying anything but just enjoying being together, undistracted. In today’s super-connected world, it’s surprisingly nice to take a break. And I never thought I’d catch myself saying that.
Recently, I’ve even found myself getting a bit offended when friends are on their phones during social occasions or when we’re trying to have conversations (again, pot–kettle, but manners are manners!). I wonder if we’re reaching saturation point.
What do you think? Are you guilty too?