My Name is Tim, and I Am an Addict

Even as I sit here and write this post, I’m surrounded. Ting. My iPad sits on my right. Ting. My iPhone lay charging on my left. Ting. My MacBook in front of me. Ting.

I’ve come to despise that stupid notification tone.


My technology is getting out of hand.

How is it that no one texts me, yet I still feel the need to check my phone every five seconds? How is it that I need an iPhone, and an iPad, and a MacBook that all do the exact same thing? Have I been brainwashed to think that I need these things?

What makes it worse is that adults who didn’t grow up with this technology during their prime years of psychological maturation and cerebral growth, sit around and tell us just how awful we are for wanting to use our iPhones. They don’t realize that we are literally addicted.

Sure, there might be a few of you reading this who didn’t get a smartphone until their senior year in high school and don’t know the addiction, and to you I tip my hat and iterate that this post isn’t for you. But to those, like myself, who are addicted, and want so bad to stop, how can you stop?

Just Press That ‘X’, bruh.

Go to your Twitter app. Press and hold it. And click that little ‘x’. It seems like every couple weeks, I’m going through some social media rebirth and deleting every distracting app on my phone with the hopes that I’ll stop using it so much. Really though, if you’re serious about ridding yourself of your phone addiction, just delete all of those apps. (Yes, Yik Yak too)

Embrace the Awkward, Overcome the Boring.

I can’t tell you how many times I’ll whip out my phone while standing in a line to pass by the time, or in the same sense, to avoid an awkward encounter with someone. We always talk about how life is short, then proceed to participate in activities that make the time go by faster. Imagine if we used the time in a long line to get to know the person in front of us or behind us, and used an awkward encounter to fix whatever’s awkward between you and whoever, so that other encounters aren’t so awkward.

Teamwork Makes the Dreamwork.

If you have friends, try to get them to join you in your quest for technological freedom. Our chapel speaker last week made a note that whenever he and his friends are out to eat, they stack their phones in the middle of the table, and the first person to touch their phone has to pay for everyone’s meal. Now, you might not do that, but you might purposely leave your phone in your car or in your dorm.

And if you don’t have friends, then you probably don’t have a smartphone problem because nobody’s trying to get in touch with you anyway (which still doesn’t make sense as to why I’m addicted to my phone).

Silence, Fam.

Seriously, put your phone on silent. One sign that you’re addicted to your phone (according to science) is that you “feel” your phone vibrate or “hear” your phone make a noise, when in fact, it doesn’t. If you put it on silent it can’t do either. Plus, that Ting gets pretty annoying. Nobody ‘tryna hear that.

Take A Stand

You really don’t have to do anything, because chances are you’re probably reading this telling yourself that you’re not addicted to your phone.

But for those of us brave enough to admit it, those of us willing to own up to our addiction, it’s time to take a stand.

Are you addicted to your phone? If so, how bad has it gotten? Tell me about it in the comments below.



  1. 21stCenturySuperwoman · October 11, 2014

    I can absolutely relate and I share your thoughts about our generation (even though I think I might be a decade older? Aaanyways). You write superbly; thanks for being an inspiration and saying things out loud. I am looking forward to hearing more! This is just to let you know that I nominated you for the One Lovely Blog Award. Feel free to decline; if you are happy to accept, please visit for more information 🙂 Keep it up!

    • timothyafleming · October 11, 2014

      Thank you so much for your nomination! Your readership is a blessing and I can’t wait to see what your blog has in store! God bless!

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