Reconnecting With Myself

In an era where technology sits at the center of our lives, our phones have quietly become our emotional crutches. We use them everywhere while waiting, eating, traveling, and even when sitting right next to another human being. Silence feels uncomfortable now, and boredom feels like a threat. So, we scroll. We refresh. We escape.

Today, something small yet deeply meaningful happened something that reminded me of what we’ve been trading away without realizing it.

I forgot my phone at home.

At first, it felt inconvenient. Almost unsettling. I realized it was charging back home only after I reached the parlour. No Twitter. No articles. No familiar screen to hide behind. Just me… and time.

I was waiting for my turn, and boredom crept in almost instantly. That restless feeling the one we usually kill with a swipe or a tap. But this time, there was no digital escape. And that’s when something unexpected happened.

I started talking.

Usually, when I go to the parlour, I don’t interact much. Conversations are polite, professional, efficient. I stay in my lane, they stay in theirs. But today, without my phone acting as a social shield, the silence opened a door.

The stylist spoke first. A casual question. Then another. Slowly, naturally, the conversation unfolded. She asked about my life. I shared bits of myself. She shared hers. There was no script, no agenda just two people talking.

For the first time in years, I found myself speaking casually, openly, warmly.

Somewhere in that conversation, I realized I had stepped out of my cocoon. I’ve always considered myself slightly introverted careful with words, reserved, measured. But today, without the safety net of a screen, I leaned into being present. And it felt… good. Surprisingly good.

There was warmth in the interaction. A sense of being seen and heard not through notifications or likes, but through eye contact, laughter, and shared pauses. It reminded me of something deeply human: we are wired for connection.

Psychologically, humans crave belonging and validation. Long before technology, we fulfilled these needs through stories, conversations, and shared experiences. When we talk face to face, our brains respond differently. We read emotions, tone, micro-expressions. We feel empathy. Oxytocin the “bonding hormone”is released, creating trust and comfort. No app can replicate that fully.

Phones, while incredibly powerful tools, often act as buffers. They protect us from awkwardness, but they also protect us from connection. By filling every empty moment with content, we deny ourselves the chance to feel, to observe, to engage.

Today reminded me that boredom isn’t the enemy it’s the invitation.

An invitation to notice people.

An invitation to speak.

An invitation to listen.

An invitation to connect.

That short conversation did more for my mood than hours of scrolling ever could. It grounded me. It reminded me that beneath our roles customer, stylist, stranger we are just humans navigating life, carrying stories, waiting to be heard.

I walked out of the parlour feeling lighter. More alive. More human.

Maybe we don’t need to abandon technology. But perhaps we need to loosen our grip on it. Maybe forgetting our phone once in a while isn’t a mistake it’s a quiet gift.

Because sometimes, when we disconnect 

From our screens, we reconnect with ourselves.