Phones = antisocial?

op said:
All I can say is I'm much less stressed now, no compulsion to check work emails while I'm out

op said:
All I can say is I'm much less stressed now

Well the problem is right there, checking work emails when you're not at work, and on your own phone of all things.
 
Agreed with most here, drives me mental when people are sat on their phones when youre out with them. A stranger? No. But your mate when you're having a meal or a pint is so goddamn annoying.

I never sit on my phone while i'm with people I know (partly also because it's pretty much broken and crashed if I use it).
 
It's a habit I'd love to break. I'm getting better at it though, I might try the phone at home thing and see how I get on.
 
I hate it when people use phones infront of me and have zero regard for my presence, it's ****** rude!

If I'm with someone or in a group, I'll leave my phone in my pocket unless I get a chance to wriggle away or I'm not involved in any main conversations and only briefly use it to text the other half, mostly.

Don't see the point in socialising with people whilst having your head elsewhere.
 
They can make you antisocial for sure, I think we are all guilty of it on occasions.

I am a stay at home dad, looking after my 2yr old daughter full time at the moment. One thing that really gets on my nerves is seeing parents playing on their phones and ignoring their kids. I take my daughter to a dance class, and last week one of the girls dads came for the first time. The class is actually hilarious, because toddlers are mental! But this guy spent the entire time on his phone.
 
Funny how everyone all of a sudden started behaving like concierge doctors or all hours commodities brokers. It's after six, you're in a pub. What on Gods green earth could there be in that freaking gmail account of yours to draw you away from your mates and glue your mug to the tiny screen? What's in there? Unexpectedly attractive discount towards erection medication from far eastern chemist? Incredibly mysterious link to unknown Christmas Islands domain made solely from random characters from "Sexy Lena" at hotmial dot ru? Not awaited bill from courier company you never hired zipped up for your comfort into perfectly portable and clickable executable? Notification about one of your sisters boyfriends mates you met once at that event thing, apparently "liking" a comment you made replying to some comment about the thing from some guy on some girls page, around lunchtime yesterday? Oh, maybe that one hand operation extending pump you had on your watch list for months at the rain forest site suddenly dropped in price? WHAT IS IT YOU ARE DIGGING FOR IN THERE YOU DONKEYHOLE?!
 
Funny how everyone all of a sudden started behaving like concierge doctors or all hours commodities brokers. It's after six, you're in a pub. What on Gods green earth could there be in that freaking gmail account of yours to draw you away from your mates and glue your mug to the tiny screen? What's in there? Unexpectedly attractive discount towards erection medication from far eastern chemist? Incredibly mysterious link to unknown Christmas Islands domain made solely from random characters from "Sexy Lena" at hotmial dot ru? Not awaited bill from courier company you never hired zipped up for your comfort into perfectly portable and clickable executable? Notification about one of your sisters boyfriends mates you met once at that event thing, apparently "liking" a comment you made replying to some comment about the thing from some guy on some girls page, around lunchtime yesterday? Oh, maybe that one hand operation extending pump you had on your watch list for months at the rain forest site suddenly dropped in price? WHAT IS IT YOU ARE DIGGING FOR IN THERE YOU DONKEYHOLE?!

The thoughts of all of us.
 
I find it amusing when I get customers who walk through the whole shop, yapping away loudly on their phone, and continue to do so whilst I'm serving them, before walking out the door, still yapping away.

I actually don't mind it at all, if someone wants to talk to their friends/coworkers/whoever on the phone while they shop, that's their choice. However, some of the looks from the other customers can be quite funny, you can tell it really annoys them, and I often get asked "don't you hate it when people are rude like that?"
 
Funny how everyone all of a sudden started behaving like concierge doctors or all hours commodities brokers. It's after six, you're in a pub. What on Gods green earth could there be in that freaking gmail account of yours to draw you away from your mates and glue your mug to the tiny screen? What's in there? Unexpectedly attractive discount towards erection medication from far eastern chemist? Incredibly mysterious link to unknown Christmas Islands domain made solely from random characters from "Sexy Lena" at hotmial dot ru? Not awaited bill from courier company you never hired zipped up for your comfort into perfectly portable and clickable executable? Notification about one of your sisters boyfriends mates you met once at that event thing, apparently "liking" a comment you made replying to some comment about the thing from some guy on some girls page, around lunchtime yesterday? Oh, maybe that one hand operation extending pump you had on your watch list for months at the rain forest site suddenly dropped in price? WHAT IS IT YOU ARE DIGGING FOR IN THERE YOU DONKEYHOLE?!
Something more interesting than your pub banter apparently.
 
I find it amusing when I get customers who walk through the whole shop, yapping away loudly on their phone, and continue to do so whilst I'm serving them, before walking out the door, still yapping away.

I actually don't mind it at all, if someone wants to talk to their friends/coworkers/whoever on the phone while they shop, that's their choice. However, some of the looks from the other customers can be quite funny, you can tell it really annoys them, and I often get asked "don't you hate it when people are rude like that?"

I thought maybe I was the only person who thought that way. I see it as more honest than rude. They're not there to see me socially, they're just there to have me serve them. If that's all they want from me, that's fine. I'm employed as a servant.
 
When you're at the pub, get all your mates to put their phones in the middle of the table.

The first one to pick up their phone buys the round ;)
 
Funny how everyone all of a sudden started behaving like concierge doctors or all hours commodities brokers. It's after six, you're in a pub. What on Gods green earth could there be in that freaking gmail account of yours to draw you away from your mates and glue your mug to the tiny screen? What's in there? Unexpectedly attractive discount towards erection medication from far eastern chemist? Incredibly mysterious link to unknown Christmas Islands domain made solely from random characters from "Sexy Lena" at hotmial dot ru? Not awaited bill from courier company you never hired zipped up for your comfort into perfectly portable and clickable executable? Notification about one of your sisters boyfriends mates you met once at that event thing, apparently "liking" a comment you made replying to some comment about the thing from some guy on some girls page, around lunchtime yesterday? Oh, maybe that one hand operation extending pump you had on your watch list for months at the rain forest site suddenly dropped in price? WHAT IS IT YOU ARE DIGGING FOR IN THERE YOU DONKEYHOLE?!

This is amazing :D

Something more interesting than your pub banter apparently.

This is not amazing.
 
A friend of mine is on his damn phone all the time. Socially texting, not work related.

If he comes round and we watch a movie, hes texting on his phone. If we go to the cinema, he'll be (sometimes) texting on his phone. Grrrr.

Drives me insane. I can just imagine if I deprived him of his phone for 1 day, when he gets it back he'll be texting like mad, gently nurturing, almost cuddling his beloved phone in his hands....arrgghh.

Must stop writing, its getting me annoyed!
 
When you're at the pub, get all your mates to put their phones in the middle of the table.

The first one to pick up their phone buys the round ;)

What if they pick up someone elses phone does that person then have to buy the round? :p
 
People that constantly fondle their phone are pathetic so I support your luddite rebellion.

They're synonymous with the facebook people who think the internet, and world, begins and ends at facebook.com.
 
I try not to spend much time checking my phone, it's normally when I've tried to arrange with a few mates to meet somewhere and not all are there yet when I feel the need to check. If I do that then I always try to remember to apologise to the person I'm with and explain why I'm diverting myself from their company for a while.
 
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