I have a Smart Phone but I know where the off switch is.
This.
A smart phone – indeed, a mobile phone generally even – can control your life if you let it. The way I look at it is, I carry a phone for my convenience, not everyone else’s.
I’ve waxed lyrical about this before, but I think having such a powerful, well connected mini-computer in my pocket is absolutely incredible and I wouldn’t be without it. But, I refuse to buy in to any sort of obligation to be at its beck and call.
We’ve all had conversations along the lines of “why didn’t you answer the phone” or apologised for missing a call when ringing someone back a whole minute later. It’s madness. With a notable exception (my parents aren’t very well currently), there’s nothing that can’t wait five minutes if the phone rings whilst I’m in the middle of a particularly stubborn poo or something.
If I get an alert, I’ll wait till it’s convenient before checking it. My OH will say “your phone beeped,” I’ll go “yeah,” and she’ll look at me like I’m mad for not running over to it immediately. Chances are it’ll be something and nothing anyway, an app update or a mailing list email or something, I’m fairly sure it can keep for five minutes.
Summary: having a smartphone is ace. You just need to put it down occasionally.