The faces of addiction: mine
As I was about to turn in for the night, my body and mind left with not one more calorie of energy to burn after a day that started at 3:45 A.M. and never stopped, I find that part of my brain controlled by my tech addiction somehow extracting that last hidden unit of energy to do what it is now programmed to do—reach for the iPhone. Just one more time. “No! Go to bed you fool!!” says the rational mind. “But it’s just a little spin around the internet…and really what harm is it?” says the addict. This time, because it is just social media (unicorns and rainbows my friends compared to where I’ve been), I let the addict win, and that all too familiar mindless/mindful/compulsory behavior propels my arm to the nightstand. I MUST check Instagram just one last time. Surely something is going down on Facebook right now, too. Did I set my alarm? Better also check my calendar while I’m at it and see what’s in store for tomorrow. And maybe just one last spin through OK Cupid…ugh.
Honestly, I sho…