Something happened to me recently that forced me to confront a controlling addiction.
No, it’s not alcohol.
I am finally forced to face the fact that I have a debilitating reliance on electronic connection. My iPhone rarely leaves my hand, but steals more than it provides. It is a crutch for my introversion, allowing me a false sense of connection with others. It is a black hole, fuelled by my desire to interact, giving a dishonest feeling of community. It allows me to hide, eyes fixed on a screen, evasive of acknowledging my fellow human beings in the flesh. It gives me escape from social pressures at gatherings.
It is a thief, this connectivity.