The Mac operating system got an upgrade the other day: Catalina. It’s so cool; I feel like I got a new computer. One of the things I was hoping they’d implement – and maybe someone somewhere was reading my mind, because they did – is Screen Time. It was already on the iPhone; why not have it on the Macs as well?
However, I have recently reached the conclusion that Screen Time doesn’t mean a whole lot. Or anything, really. Every time I check it, it always seems to increase. And, it can become a negative obsession.
It seems that older the generations’ – especially Baby Boomers – favorite pastime is to pick on millennials for whatever we do. We can’t ever do anything right in their eyes. As far as they’re concerned, all we do is complain. This includes commentary on how we use technology.
My mother’s favorite thing to say is that I’m addicted to my phone. If I got rid of my phone, all the problems in my life would be solved somehow. So, for a while recently, I was obsessed with my Screen Time numbers. Constantly checking to see where I was at, and chastising myself when it went up. It wasn’t healthy at all.
I was so obsessed with how much I was using my phone that the things I was using it for – mainly podcasts and music – no longer gave me the same enjoyment. Everything I loved about it became a burden. And it’s not exactly the best indicator of how much people use their phones if the numbers constantly increase, is it? It’s more of a technological guilt trip than anything else.
I wish people could understand that technology isn’t bad. Not every streaming service is a waste of money, even though there’s too many to count at this point. Apple Music is amazing because a lot of music inspires my writing. It’s nice to have access to almost everything at my fingertips.
What matters is how people use technology. And I don’t know where my creativity would be without it, so people need to keep quiet and let me do my thing.