JUST A 4x3 RECTANGLE

NEW ADDICTION ALERT. Game of Thrones. Please do me (and yourself) the favor and just leave well enough alone. It sucks you in and then rips your heart out and stomps on it. The blood, the guts, the sex, the swords. What's not to love? After resisting the G.O.T peer pressure from everyone around me for months, I finally gave in. I've zoomed through the first two season because I just can't stop. God, this entire description sounds like a really unhealthy relationship. Also, an obscene amount of people die. Even the likable main characters you think are safe. I'm learning to not get attached to anyone.



If you've never seen an episode, there's something you have to know before I continue. It's incredibly complex. I don't know if it's the medieval language, the storyline, the enormous amount of characters (WHO ALL LOOK ALIKE?!), or what. But I need to be completely devoted for the entire hour to fully grasp what's going on. If I look down to respond to a text, next thing I know, someone gets axed or is having sex with his sister and I am just totally lost (couldn't make that up if I tried).

As I've started watching this show, I have become uncomfortably aware of how attached I am to my cellphone. Obviously I know how connected my generation in particular is. As a Public Relations chick, I study it and I capitalize on it. As a 20 year old chick, I live it. I wasn't a stranger to the fact. But not being able to look at my phone for that 57 minutes killed me at first. I was very uncomfortable just sitting there and watching something. I wasn't looking at my texts, scrolling through Instagram or Twitter, or refreshing my Facebook page every 4 minutes hoping something exciting would be happening (spoiler alert: nothing exciting ever happens on Facebook). I wouldn't go so far as to say I was twitching, but it was close enough to make me aware I have an addiction issue.



Our phones are such a strange thing. EVERYTHING is right at our fingertips. We are constantly accessible. Whether that's a good thing or bad thing, jury's still out. Even if you decide to leave your phone at home, you are expected to be able to get a hold of. If I need someone, text them, and they don't respond within 20 minutes, I get agitated. "I know they have their phone." But think about it. Rewind 10 years, and we weren't dependent on this stupid 4x3 concoction of plastic and temper-glass. And now it's our lifeline.

I have made a pact with myself. Two hours a day, step AWAY from the phone. Leave it at home when I go out for dinner, put it in my room when my roommate and I are both home together, whatever it is. I don't like the idea of being so dependent on this thing. So phone, let's work on this relationship. It's not you, it's me. Actually, it might be a little bit you.

P.S, at least I'm not as weird as this lady...