Where is your cell phone?
Who was the last person you talked to on it?
Who was the last person you texted?
See, you probably knew the answers to all of those questions. I don’t know the answers to any of them.
Ok, that’s not true. I do know where it is. It’s in the bottom of my bag and it’s dead. But I have no idea who the last person I talked to on it was, heck I don’t even know when that was, it may have been as long as two weeks ago. And I don’t text.
Recently I won a cell phone. (Yeah, I know it was three months ago, that’s recent in my world.) And not just any cell phone, it’s a cell phone and a planner and a, I don’t even know. And I really thought about setting it up. But I think I’ve decided that taking that cell phone on means choosing a lifestyle that I’m not sure I’m prepared to live.
I do think about it sometimes. When I try to catch Sean before he leaves work to get him to pick something up at the store on his way home and I miss him I think if he had a cell phone with him I’d still be able to get him and I guess that would be convenient. And there have been times when I’ve been shopping and wondered if we were in fact out of peanut butter and if I had a cell phone with me I could just call home and find out.
But I’ve decided that I just don’t think being a slave to a little electronic device is worth that small extra convenience.
Now, all you cell phoners are probably thinking that you’re not slaves to your phones. And you’re probably even right. (I sincerely hope that you are.) But you know what I’m talking about. You’ve seen those girls who can not go anywhere or do anything without their phone. Those girls who immediately check their phones for messages if something crazy happened and they did make it all the way to the restroom without their digital friend. Those girls who will interrupt anyone no matter where they are or what’s going on to take a phone call or shoot off a text.
I get pestered enough by my kids, I don’t need to buy something (and then pay an additional monthly fee) to pester me.
Disclaimer: I wrote this post about a week ago, you know, back when I was young and idealistic. And then (as previously mentioned) I decided to by an iTouch. It hasn’t arrived yet so at the moment I can still claim to be above the influences of the small technological devices that run so many people’s lives but, well, I fear that that freedom is short lived. I predict that within an hour of having my new toy I will be completely hooked. I take comfort in the fact that I still won’t be paying a monthly fee.