Do Not Disturb Turns My iPhone Into A Burner Phone

Most people I know who are 26 years old and under are simultaneously addicted to and terrified of their phones. The fact that Instagram tells us when someone is online is like a violent assault on the senses. What is this, AIM? Slack? Give us a break!

I feel this deeply. When my phone rings I’m immediately filled with panic. Who is it? A scam? The doctor? Must be serious. What could they possibly want from me? My friends never call me just to talk; a handful of my long-distance friends will FaceTime me maybe, at a push, quarterly. Like so many of us, I work, live, socialize, and organize my life on my phone — yet notifications scare the shit out of me. So I used to spend most of my time pretty anxious, overwhelmed and irritated.

With the world in its current state, that anxiety isn’t surprising. The news cycle is beyond exhausting and we feel guilty for looking away. With war creating incomprehensible devastation across the globe, the creeping doom of the climate crisis, and the cost of living crisis in the UK refusing to subside, it is no surprise that we have the desire to shut out what overwhelms us. On a micro level, how can you even think about responding to Hinge when you’re at work, trying to concentrate? Or the constant stream of dog and baby content in the extended family WhatsApp chat? Let alone the 3,000 marketing emails you signed up for and are too lazy to unsubscribe from.

Yet, my phone is never out of my hand. I’m the person who leaves their phone in porta potties at festivals and takes it with me to the bathroom so I can play music while I shower (because God forbid I am left alone with my thoughts). I took 10 days off social media over Christmas last year and made a bigger deal out of it than my birthday. The only way I could escape my phone was by making plans, cooking or going for a walk — anything that meant my hands weren’t free to scroll. I found that if I stayed in, I’d be constantly distracted, unable to watch a movie or dedicate my time to anything meaningful. The feeling of always being contactable started to really freak me out, yet I couldn’t break away from it.

That is, until, the best tech feature of all time came into my life. Do Not Disturb — DND, if you will — was introduced by Apple back in 2012. I’ve been using it sporadically for a couple of years, but for the past year it’s been on permanently. For 24 hours a day, seven days a week, my phone does not notify me of texts, social media updates, WhatsApps, distressing news pushes, marketing emails or any of the other pop-ups that plague my tiny, beloved screen. DND basically turns my phone into a burner phone: A pay-as-you-go mobile that is often cheap, untraceable, disposable and used to maintain anonymity.

Years ago, I actually had a burner phone. This was not to do anything illicit or remotely spicy. I was complaining that I couldn’t work without the little vibrating mirror of hell distracting me so my friend lent me an old Nokia brick. If someone wanted to contact me urgently, they could (and rarely did). The fun notifications collected in silence and I would go through them at the end of the day. Do Not Disturb is the same: Not only does it provide me with the agency to ignore messages until I have the headspace to reply, but I can also do other things, like read a book without interruption (vintage, so adorable). 

Similarly, when I’m with friends and family, I want to be present, not replying to Jack from Hinge or watching Madeline Argy’s TikToks. While both have varying degrees of importance and are arguably worthwhile, I think by now we’ve collectively decided that being on your phone in the company of others is just rude. I don’t want to feel like an iPad kid playing Candy Crush while I sip Coke in the pub. I want to feel like a sophisticated and refined adult who talks about art and taxes. Truthfully, I often end up talking about Madeline Argy’s TikToks and showing my friends Jack’s Hinge profile, but what can I say? I’m a work in progress. 

When I tell people I’m in a permanent state of DND, they look horrified. “But what happens if someone needs to get hold of you urgently? Have you ever missed anything important?” Did our parents or grandparents ever miss anything pre-digital age? Maybe, but isn’t that just life? My friends know to call me twice as the first call goes to voicemail immediately, but a second call will ring through. In case of emergency, I recently changed the settings so my family’s notifications bypass the DND (something I immediately regretted due to the four family group chats I am in). 

With the world and everyone in it in a constant state of overload, we need to take back agency over our time and our lives. Being contactable only when I say so is the perfect amount of nonchalance. A bonus is that iMessage informs people who text me that I’m on DND, which makes me feel extra unavailable and important. It provides something we all dream of: A permanent out-of-office from life, so we can engage when we choose.

I’ve decided that I can’t be so addicted to my phone that I ever actually get rid of it, just on the off-chance someone really needs me. Not to jinx myself, but the things that people expect a quick reply to are rarely urgent. The house isn’t burning down, you just want to know if I’m in for brunch on Sunday. And if the house is burning down, respectfully, just call me twice.