You may soon be able to dispense with the paperclip-size thing, too, and just have a cell phone implanted directly into your brain! Elmo’s Neuralink tech may be able to help with that. 
Here’s my policy. My cell phone permanently lives on the little half-wall between the kitchen and the family room. Why? Because I almost never use it. Sure, it beeps, warbles, and squawks from time to time, apparently desperate for attention, but I just ignore it. If anyone has anything important to say to me, my landline desk phone is right here beside me. Though if I don’t recognize the caller I ignore that, too. The ringer is turned off. I know there’s an incoming call only because of the flashing light, and the dimly heard ringer from the phone downstairs, which is turned down very low.
The only reason I have a cell phone at all is because I take it with me in the car for emergencies and other exceptional situations.
My whole attitude with regard to our modern hyper-connected society is “leave me the fuck alone”. I’m not saying you’re wrong, esteemed @LSLGuy, I’m just remarking on how different we are despite being of the same generation.
Regards,
An Old Fart extremely protective of his peace and privacy and his kid-free lawn.
