Can you send me about what were you writing(about yourself) on the cebrief?
It`s long.. Rolling over on a fateful Saturday morning I realised that the splash I just heard was, in fact, my phone sliding from its usual position under my pillow and falling off the bed - straight into a glass of water – a trick I wouldn’t be able to repeat again if I tried.
I then had the train of thought every person on the planet has when they drop their phone in water
- Shitshitshit get the case off, GET THE CASE OFF - Put it in rice? - Do I have any rice? - Will pasta work? Pasta did not work. But do you know what this episode taught me? That I’m properly addicted to my phone. I’m not alone. A recent opinion poll found that 82 percent of Americans believe their mobile phones are addictive and some have even gone as far as checking into rehab to help them to deal with their crippling nomophobia... that's 'no-mobile-phone-phobia,' just FYI. I like to think I'm not THAT bad, but then I took this test - and answered Yes to every question. Ah. So what? When is nomophobia actually going to be a problem? As it happens, it's a huge problem on the road. Driving while on the phone is dangerous. You're not allowed. We all know it. But hands-free calls are legal, which means it’s safe - right? Unsurprisingly, the answer is no - estimates have shown that 21 percent of car crashes can be blamed on talking on the phone, with at least another three percent on top for texting. That's MILLIONS of accidents per year. Now I don't actually drive, so my worst case scenario transport-wise might be missing my bus stop while paying too much attention to curating Spotify playlists. But then again, while checking an urgent email, I might get hit by that bus. Who knows. The fact of it is I can't tear myself away from the thing, even when my personal safety could be at risk, and that makes me feel a bit…weak if I’m honest. Think I’m being hard on myself? A couple of weeks ago I arranged to meet my friend after work in posh scary London a.k.a. Knightsbridge. Running late I got an SOS Instagram notification saying that Ellie's phone was broken and she would meet me at the station at seven. By the time my bus terminated early, my umbrella tried to behead me and I'd got off the phone to my boss, I was very late and she was very not there - and I had NO idea what to do. What do you do when you can't just text someone? How did our people find each other? How did anyone get ANYTHING done?
To end a rambling story, we were reunited in a dramatic scene outside Harrods when we ran screaming into each other's arms. People looked fondly upon us like we were separated at birth and they were witnessing something heartwarming. We hadn't seen each other for two hours. .... My name’s Gemma, I’ve got nomophobia... and I’m okay with it.
No it`s not real.It`s fake. And yes I know that people will tell "oh but look how many likes she have on her answers". It`s whatever to me how many likes I will get.And I`m not like other..I`m not crazy about gifts here as someone is...I don`t need gifts and don`t spend your money on it. Thank you. Bye x