Monday, March 16, 2009

The Art of Being Phoneless

Thankfully, I received my phone delivery this weekend. Over 48 hours without mobile communication felt like being lost in a foreign country. I had no clue what to do with myself. When did I become this tech dependent person?? On some level, I did enjoy being off the "grid". I was able to do some things on my time at my leisure without worrying about mobile interruptions. There are some things I learned about me during this time and I wouldn't be me if I didn't share these newfound discoveries.

Things I've Learned While Being Phoneless
* I don’t trust the time on my watch. And no my watch isn’t cheap. I’ve developed a habit where watch time needs to be verified by the celly time.


* I have nothing to do while walking the mean streets of my beloved city but think. Mostly "damn, I miss my cell phone." Or "Crap. I need to call so and so about blah blah blah. " Or "what's the meaning of an unmobile, non-communicative life?"


* Tipsy Texting (or Saucy Sexting; sexting = sex textinghahahaha) is no longer an option. And thinking about what you would say IF you had a phone ain’t cute either.


* I miss my Solitaire Tournaments.


* It’s too conspicuous to take reading material with you into the bathroom. A phone provides so much more entertainment if you’re gonna be in there for a while (like Solitaire Tournaments).


* I have no where to jot down my random mobile thoughts. By the time I pull my notebook and pen out of my purse the thought has passed me by.

My purse is lighter without my cell phone accoutrement - charger, phone, holder(which I never use but carry just in case I may want to use it).


* I can’t fake like I’m on the phone when some random not phone number worthy dude starts licking his chops when he sees me walking down the street.


* While I have a really good memory (most days), I only know the area code and last 4 digits of a person’s telephone number.


*My FB status updates are quite creatively hilarious. Updating my friends on my status of being phoneless (like a penny with a hole in it. yeah yeah yeah) has provided some comic relief in these non-communicative times.

* Payphones absolutely disgust me. Not even in an emergency do I want to use one. I think I broke out in hives at the thought of having to use one. So I didn't. I couldn't remember the person's number anyway.

So now I'm back to Solitaire tournaments and updating my FB status mobiley (is that a word?!). I'm tipsy texting with a vengeance and not even trying to remember any one's phone number. Happy days are here again.

4 comments:

rashad said...

yes its a word..its my last name in fact..

Jazzbrew said...

"It’s too conspicuous to take reading material with you into the bathroom. A phone provides so much more entertainment if you’re gonna be in there for a while (like Solitaire Tournaments)."

Once again you make me feel less strange. I thought I was the only one who did this. Except I don't play Solitaire... I bowl or play golf on my iPhone.

Organized Noise said...

The song "Back In Stride" by Maze comes to mind as I read this.

What's with the "tipsy texting"?

£ said...

lol @ Rashad. Such a cornball.

And i feel you on the phone, i have a Treo thats been on some other for a minute. Its an embarrasment for sure, but im trying to hold out getting another one because i really REALLY want the new... well you know what phone im talking about. lol