AT 7am today I was perfectly happy. I’d woken up – always a bonus – and was looking forward to a big bowl of chocolate cereal before work.

By 7.03am I was in the fetal position on my bedroom floor, weeping softly while bemoaning the fate of the human race.

Call me melodramatic (and you would be... er... spot on) but I think it’s safe to say we’re in serious trouble.

According to short film, ‘I Forgot My Phone’, we’ve become a race of dead-eyed zombies who are unable to face reality unless it gets beamed to us on squares of illuminated plastic.

The two minute-long reel is a clever but depressing look at how dependent we’ve all become on our smartphones – and of course, I was watching it on my smartphone, which I check first thing every single morning.

All in all, it’s a disheartening watch, revealing in just a few short scenes how socially inept we’ve become as we live our lives through gizmos and toys.

The film shows one character relaying an anecdote to a table of friends, only to realise nobody is even listening.

Another proposes to his girlfriend and then ruins the moment by immediately pulling out his smartphone camera.

What made it worse?

I saw myself and my friends in every single scene.

I, too, have been with the person who spends a whole lunch date laughing at something that’s been said on Twitter, only to miss the ‘real life’ conversation.

I’ve also been on a night out with the person who takes a picture of absolutely everything, forcing everyone to pout over and over again, as if enacting some strange new torture.

I’m also embarrassed to say that I’ve broken my last two mobiles through over-use – and let’s not even get started on my phone bills.

I know it’s in human nature to want the shiniest, the newest, the best – but sometimes I wish we could go back and give a good kicking to the person who saw fire for the first time and said ‘dudes, check it out, I gotta tame some of that’.