It has occurred to me that this picture-taking might in some ways be an excuse to touch and pet and hold the iPhone itself, which has a weirdly calming effect on people, as though it were an amulet or maybe a small living animal. I am guilty of all the smartphone sins—in essence, staring at the phone when you should be staring at life. It’s possible that the act of taking a picture has such appeal because it manages to do several opposing things at once—I am allowed to pet the phone, to let the phone flatter me with its news, to let the phone mediate reality for me, and also to see what is going on around me and bear witness to a moment in my children’s lives, even if I am seeing it on-screen. To mitigate this, I often shoot blind, like firing a gun at the hip while I look directly at the action.
Creepy but possibly true… It bothers me sometimes how much I enjoy playing with my phone. And judging by the number of iPhone toting commuters I see daily on buses and the train I’m not the only one who feels this way.
It’s becoming overwhelmingly an iPhone world. But more troubling than that its also a world where unless you’ve shared the moment with others it doesn’t exist.
The urge to share with others is an understandable and natural inclination but seriously. Some things are best kept to oneself.