Today, I did the unthinkable. I forgot my cell phone at home! Gasp!
You need to understand, I am of the age where I actually do remember when phones only had cords and in order to talk to a friend, you had to commit to that activity alone for the duration of your call. That is, unless you had known you were calling your best friend and pulled your laundry over to the phone area so you could fold and talk!
You need to understand, I am of the age where I actually do remember when phones only had cords and in order to talk to a friend, you had to commit to that activity alone for the duration of your call. That is, unless you had known you were calling your best friend and pulled your laundry over to the phone area so you could fold and talk!
Now, I know I'm not the only person to realize the important role cell phones play in our lives on a day- to-day basis. I'm the first to admit that I have an unnatural relationship with my iPhone today. My parents are, no doubt, nodding their heads and rolling their eyes as they read this.
I coveted my first cell phone, the Motorola Star-Tac Flip Phone (I am, most assuredly, dating myself) which was purchased for emergencies only.
It stayed in my car, turned off, because the battery life was about 3 minutes if left on, but I loved it. I then, went through a phone progression that went with the times, with an interim of pager and cell phone so you didn't run your bill up too high. My move to LA took my cell phone addiction to a new high. It seems that those of us in LA had propelled to a level of cell phone use that bordered on rude. (Again, do you hear my dad nodding?) We all talked on the phone anywhere, anyhow, anytime. It didn't help that we all had our own cars everywhere we went even though we were all going the same place -- very Swingers!
Recently, a little late to the game, I got my iPhone. 3G, no video capabilities, but awesome! When I first got it, you would have thought Gollum from Lord of the Rings had taken over my body. No one could touch it, hold it, look at it or, god forbid, play with it. It was "my Precious". I have since loosened up and let my 2-year old play apps that I've downloaded for him. It seems that I have been served many cups of the Apple brand cool-aid. I not only love my iPhone, but my husband would tell you that I'm having a sordid affair with my MacBook Pro, and I have spent the past several months trying to conjure up a logical need for the iPad. (I'm almost there ;) When I saw this clip, I laughed so hard because, unfortunately, I see myself in it. If you're offended by swearing or don't know what an iPhone is, feel free to skip this:
I coveted my first cell phone, the Motorola Star-Tac Flip Phone (I am, most assuredly, dating myself) which was purchased for emergencies only.
It stayed in my car, turned off, because the battery life was about 3 minutes if left on, but I loved it. I then, went through a phone progression that went with the times, with an interim of pager and cell phone so you didn't run your bill up too high. My move to LA took my cell phone addiction to a new high. It seems that those of us in LA had propelled to a level of cell phone use that bordered on rude. (Again, do you hear my dad nodding?) We all talked on the phone anywhere, anyhow, anytime. It didn't help that we all had our own cars everywhere we went even though we were all going the same place -- very Swingers!
Recently, a little late to the game, I got my iPhone. 3G, no video capabilities, but awesome! When I first got it, you would have thought Gollum from Lord of the Rings had taken over my body. No one could touch it, hold it, look at it or, god forbid, play with it. It was "my Precious". I have since loosened up and let my 2-year old play apps that I've downloaded for him. It seems that I have been served many cups of the Apple brand cool-aid. I not only love my iPhone, but my husband would tell you that I'm having a sordid affair with my MacBook Pro, and I have spent the past several months trying to conjure up a logical need for the iPad. (I'm almost there ;) When I saw this clip, I laughed so hard because, unfortunately, I see myself in it. If you're offended by swearing or don't know what an iPhone is, feel free to skip this:
As you can imagine, I struggled with the dilemma of possibly turning around to go get it, but that was silly... it would be safely in my hands in 20 minutes. I couldn't possibly be that dependent on my iPhone. I then continued on my journey to my Dad's feeling proud that I made the choice and telling myself, "See, I'm not that addicted, I can stop any time."
At about 1 minute in, I realized that I had gone to check my phone for new emails for a 5th time and still did not have it in my car. I began to get a little irritated at my choice not to go back. I was expecting some important email responses, not to mention a text from a colleague of mine.
At 3 minutes in, I turn up the radio to distract myself from the fact that all I'm able to do in the car at a stoplight is wait and drive when it's green.
At 5 minutes, a panic attack sets in because I realize that I can't call my husband to let him know that I forgot my phone at home and think he may not be able to reach in an emergency.... Speaking of emergencies, what if my step-mom is trying to get to me because Tommy has fallen down the stairs and they need to go to the ER right this minute...
At minute 6, I have completely spun out of mind control because I begin to think... what if I were to get into an accident and the injuries were such that I wasn't conscious and they need to figure out who to call after the ambulance, but I don't have any phone numbers in my purse, they're all in my phone so no one knows where I am for several hours...
Minute 7 hits and I'm approaching my Dad's street and I think... see! that wasn't so bad. I actually had some time in the car with nothing to do but think and decompress. This was kind of nice not having my phone with me. I certainly came up with a blog post. I should try this more often!
...and then I had the ride home...
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