Jasmine Nadim, Creative Strategist
I am probably the last person you would think of to do this digital detox. And maybe for that exact reason, I am the best candidate for it. Ever the perennial optimist, I choose to see it as a community and a place to garner inspiration. Quite honestly, a weekend without my phone sounds impossible, if not excruciatingly painful. I’m a lifer. I grew up online. My personality was fully shaped by YouTube, Vine and Facebook. But I’m also a joiner, so I’m taking this challenge on. Who knows, maybe by the end of the weekend I’ll be wishing for one of those medieval thumb screws, but I’m an optimist remember?
8 AM: My Google Home alarm goes off. A couple of weeks ago, I discovered that if I move my phone away from my bedside table, my sleep dramatically improves - a devastating realization for my TikTok addiction.
I have nothing to do. Should I read? I have a couple of books, but I use them mostly as Instagram story props. I’m not sure I even know how to read anymore.
9 AM: Breakfast. Coffee. Easy enough without social media, but my ears are ringing from the lack of ambient YouTube chatter. I’m going to venture a run, but running without music? I’m not sure how our ancestors did it.
10 AM: That was kind of peaceful, in the way sitting at the doctor's office waiting for important news is peaceful. Your brain sort of goes blank. But instead of the hum from fluorescent lights, I had the padding of my feet on concrete. It feels super dangerous to be running without my phone.
11 AM: I am at the farmers market. I did not bring my wallet. Easy problem solving if I could use my Apple Pay. The apricots are making an incredibly convincing argument to cheat on this digital detox. It’s stone fruit season, so I cannot be held responsible for actions taken related to nectarines, peaches, or plums.
12 PM: Lunchtime! We’re getting dumplings. Usually, I order over their website, but I have to walk in to order. I haven’t had to wait for food in a long time. I feel like a Sim standing out here waiting for someone to tell me what to do.
1 PM: I’m going to power-wash the backyard furniture because I’m in the running for Daughter of the Year (I’m an only child.) I keep having a phantom urge to check my phone - I am convinced that I’ve missed my Oscar nominations call, a lottery win announcement, and a proposal text. I think this is called FOMO.
2 PM: I used to think I would win Survivor. My confidence is on shaky ground.
3 PM: How am I supposed to make plans?? Does everyone think I hate them because I’m not replying to DM’s? Oh my god, I have Depop orders to ship - how do I get the labels printed? If I cheat will anyone know?
4 PM: I’m going thrifting. I will endure the weird music that sounds like elevator music. Usually, I’d go on Pinterest or Depop to decide what kind of clothes I’m looking for. I guess I’m going into this raw. Goodwill, take the wheel!
5 PM: My sense of direction is so bad. Is there a way you can become the opposite of a Girl Scout? I go to this store every week, and I still got lost. That Survivor theory is looking less realistic.
6 PM: If you go thrifting but can’t share it on Instagram, did you even really go thrifting? Isn’t the whole point of life to be part of a community? How will anyone know that I was able to find vintage green wide-leg pants??
7 PM: If I watch TV does that count as breaking the detox? What about watching YouTube on full screen? I’m way more agitated than I thought I would be. This isn’t relaxing.
8 PM: One of the best parts of living in suburbia is everyone is close by, including my friend S! He’s a little freaked out when I just show up at his house. The only people who show up out of the blue like this have usually escaped from a place with security guards. Or people in rom-coms.
9 PM: I’ve asked S if I can watch TikToks over his shoulder, which legally is not cheating. He said no. I hate having such moral friends!
10 PM: I’m what my teachers called “a joy to have in class,” which is code for “incredibly chatty.” This comes in handy when hanging out with someone and not being able to watch a movie, go on TikTok, stalk other people on IG, laugh at tweets or do anything else fun. We might get in a fight just for some excitement.
11 PM: I haven’t run out of things to talk about (much to my friend's dismay.) Everything I talk about is connected to TikTok. I sound like one of those piano keyboards that give off a different sound for each key. We’re considering playing a board game which means we’re running out of things to do.
12 AM: If you thought I was going to have trouble falling asleep, you must have skipped over the part where I have been weaning myself off TikTok time before bed. So jokes on you! I’m going to sleep like a baby.