I don’t like phones, period. They interrupt whatever I’m doing. I have a smart phone because someone else pays for it. I only use it to make appointments and no one else has the number except my family (and the government). I take it with me in case of an emergency while I’m in the car. I don’t like phones.
Phones are fine.
I have one. I was the last of anyone I knew to get one, except for my wife. I like it. I can get directions. When I am stuck in the most boring of circumstances, such as being stuck in an airport for four hours, it is one more thing to distract me in a good way. I can call people if I need to. But I don’t enjoy talking on the phone with anyone, so I don’t really call much.
But if you let it rule your life, then you would be a shallow, idiotic moron like the person who wrote this article.
Phones are like anything else. They are like money, and material belongings. If it becomes the focus of your life, and you can’t put it down, you have a problem. And there are millions of fools who have this problem.