Browsing your life away

I can spend an entire evening scrolling through Facebook. Hell—who am I kidding?—I can spend an entire day! Although I'm less hooked on YouTube, I can waste an inordinate amount of time there too.

But how do I feel afterwards, crawling into bed sometime between 11:30 p.m. and well after midnight having replied, having lied, "Okay Bunny, I'll be up soon!" to my wife when she called down at 10:00 p.m. that she was going to bed?

Utterly dreadful, that's how. Switching off the bedside light and shutting my eyes, knowing—as late as it already is—that it may take another half an hour before the flashes darting between my eyelids and throbbing brain finally stop, I feel utterly stupid. Another evening has been wasted; already I have started to change into morning-me, the regretful Hyde to the evening-me's Jekyll who thought... well, who didn't really think at all.

So why do I do it to myself? Partly it's because social media is purposely designed to be addictive. There are numerous articles comparing our interactions with the apps on our phones to our interactions with slot-machines, and to experiments involving pigeons pecking randomly at buttons for food rewards—but it's also because, yes, sometimes I am stupid.

So, what's the solution?

Well, from personal experience, I know two things to be true:
  1. Willpower alone is not sufficient to change bad habits.
  2. When trying to get rid of bad habits it is best to focus on a few at a time. 
My twin tasks in the immediate future, therefore, are these:
  1. Spend less time on my smartphone.
  2. Get more sleep.
Getting older is easy; getting bolder requires work! Over the next week or two I plan to find out what works for me. Regardless of where—or when—you are in life, it is never too late to try to improve!

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