CAMPBELL: Life goes on without your phone

On Tuesday, my phone broke. I didn’t drop it (that day), it didn’t get wet and the battery wasn’t dead. It just sort of froze. No texts. No emails (which I had just recently started getting on my phone. I know, I know, welcome to 2010 …). No tweets, Facebook updates or Foursquare check-ins.

And guess what? I didn’t die. I wasn’t oblivious to everything that was happening in the world. I stuck my hands in my pockets and looked forward as I walked around campus, instead of down at the little device in my hands.

When I made my visit to the AT&T store to try to restore the little thing to life, the man helping me asked how long it had been frozen. When I told him about a day, he looked at me in shock.

“How did you last so long without a phone?!”

I shrugged. It hadn’t really bothered me that much. It was annoying, sure. I spent most of the day asking my friends, “What time is it?” It made me realize I should wear my watch more often, but that’s about it. Because let’s face it, I’m not so important that, when he finally did fix my phone, I had a hundred texts waiting for me. I had two.

We’ve all heard of those people who do the social experiment where they give up all technology for a day or a week and see how different their life is.

Maybe it’s just me, but I’m not so attached to my phone that I was dead without it. I complained a little bit. I was a little annoyed. But if I had to live without a phone, I could definitely do it. It would take a little getting used to, but it wouldn’t be impossible, and my life wouldn’t really be that much different. Maybe just a little bit quieter.