Mobile Martyr.
Over my years, I've come to realize that, often, the amount of time you spend looking at your phone while with someone in the flesh, is directly proportionate to the amount of douchebag you are.
First it starts with a few phone calls during dinner. No problem, stuff comes up sometimes. Then you start to realize from the conversation that it's not anyone that can't wait until after dessert.
It escalates to texting during a movie, at a theater, on opening night.
And before you know it you're watching them check emails, tweet, and make a vine of your pissed off face.
Here's just a quick experiment that I've done
I went through a whole day from the moment I woke up to the moment I went to sleep and counted the number of times I check my phone and for what purpose.
I wear a watch! just a quick precursor
what time is it? 5
messages: 49
phone calls: 7
social media: 18
email: 6
other: sending pictures 4, checking it for no damn reason 9
I also did the opposite of this, and decided to turn my phone off (with the exception of turning it on to conduct a scheduled phone interview that lasted 30 minutes, I only used it for that purpose, scouts honor) for one whole day.
I think it's silly how bogged down I get sometimes from just a tiny device. Sometimes it's great to just be #offthegrid for a little bit. I try to unplug myself from the world for at least a couple of hours a day; no laptops, no phone, no worries.
Missin' the days where it was socially acceptable to not have a cell phone, pre: the term hipster of course.