I received an inexpensive droid–Smart Phone for Christmas. I’m not really big on touch screen. I prefer a keyboard, but otherwise it’s okay. Thing is, I remember when we didn’t have cell phones, when our home phones were rotary phones, when there were still phone booths at every other corner, and when you called someone you might get a busy signal and there was no such thing as Caller ID. I still remember the phone number we had growing up–Haven’t had that number or house since 1990 (I was 22 when we sold the house), but it’s ingrained in my brain, like all good little kids who were made to learn their phone numbers. Unfortunately, I know very few people’s numbers by heart now.
I’ve had a cell phone since the late 90’s. My first one was a Nokia and the battery to it was bigger than my current cell phone. Most people are writing about their cell phone, but the prompt doesn’t specify, and since a great number of people now-a-days don’t have home phones, most people, like me, are writing about their cell phones. My husband and I both have prepaid cell phones–contracts are too expensive and most don’t have unlimited data, so we went with the prepaid. You pay $50 for 30 days of unlimited: texting, calling, and data. Between the 2 of us that’s $100 a month to stay in touch with each other, with others, and to be available via phone if needed (or wanted). Don’t get me wrong, it’s great if you’re hunting for job, if you’re waiting on information, if you’re stranded because your vehicle broke down, if you need to get in touch with someone or someone needs to get in touch with you, if you use it for an alarm or a watch, but for the most part I find it to be a nuisance.
It always rings at dinner time, or when I’m in the shower, or when I’m in the middle of cooking dinner, or when I’m driving, or at many other inconvenient times. Sometime I look at it and touch the button to ignore the call–thanks to caller ID I can do that, and sometimes I answer it but my tone is one of “Why are you bothering me?” I don’t always check my voice mails because I can see the missed calls and know who called. I don’t text as much as I used to because my new phone is a touch screen and it’s a pain in the ass. But there’s nothing like waking up to see that my husband has texted me good morning while he’s at work, or he’ll randomly text me that he loves me. And there’s nothing like getting a pic of my grandson from my daughter.
I suppose you could say I have a love-hate relationship with my phone. If I had a phone with a keyboard I’d be much happier with the phone. I’d probably text more, use the WP app more, but with or without a keyboard there are times when being so available, so easily accessible is a pain in the arse. I wouldn’t go so far as to say that my cell phone is my lifeline, or that it’s a buzzing nuisance (unless of course we’re talking about my husband’s when he’s got it set as an alarm clock and he keeps hitting the snooze). I guess I’m somewhere in the middle. It can be a lifeline, and has been when I’ve broken down on the interstate no where near a gas station or a pay phone, and it’s been a buzzing nuisance when I’m in the middle of cooking dinner or trying to eat dinner and the damn thing rings.
However, I think when people are constantly on their cell phones, like in the line at the grocery store or bank, or when they’re out listening to a band or in the middle of dinner at a restaurant and they’re constantly on the phone, checking email, FB, texting, etc it’s rude. Especially, when I walk into a store and the person who is supposed to be helping me is on their cell phone and doesn’t even bother to acknowledge my presence. And I won’t even start on the people who text and drive–there are numerous police officers in our area that now have “U TXT, WE TKT” on the side of their cars.
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