OPINION:
Remember when we were young and wanted to know something, we were told to look it up in the dictionary or going back even further, the encyclopedia?
I hated being told to do this. I found it annoying to be told to look it up myself when the person telling me clearly knew the answer and could instead provide it instantly. Looking back, maybe they didn't know how to spell asphyxiate but I now realise this was the start of my thirst for instant knowledge.
Over Easter I was on the beach sans phone. In the space of less than an hour, there were multiple times I reached for it. Not to scroll through Instagram to see what was happening, but for instant answers to questions. Shall we go to the pub for dinner? I'll check the menu. What time does The Sculptureum open tomorrow? I'll take a look. Not this time. I paused and concluded that I am addicted to instant knowledge.
Remember social occasions when you'd actually have spirited discussions about the answer to something, or you'd bet on who was right? You'd leave the occasion none the wiser and sometime later the answer would be obtained. These days I can't remember a social occasion where a phone isn't whipped out and a question Googled so we can all know the answer, put the discussion to rest and move on with our lives.