Tonight will be the first night in months that I won't turn on an app that will silence my phone until my alarm goes off in the morning. I've been without notifications of any sort for about ten hours now.
I still have my phone, but it has been factory reset. The reset proved that my phone's antenna is physically out of operation and not simply suffering from a software glitch. A new phone will arrive in a few days to replace my current one. I've only had it for nine months, after all.
Rather than go to the trouble of restoring the phone to its previous state only to do it again in a few days when my new phone arrives, I'm leaving it stock. It is screaming at me to set up my google account and dropbox. It's wondering why I haven't set up my wifi. Little icons on the notification bar glower at me from the corner of my desk, but I'm ignoring them.
I used to live without apps. I used to live without a constant stream of beeps, chirps and dings that assured me there are other people out there thinking and communicating with each other and me. It can't be that hard to go back can it? Just for a little while?
After ten hours, I'm still hearing phantom calendar reminders and the occasional hangout or tweet notification. At some point my brain will stop manufacturing these ghost sounds, then there will be true silence. For now, I'm fighting not to react to the phantoms. I hope they don't wake me up.