In my rush to leave for work, I left my cell phone at home. And I feel absolutely naked.
No so long ago in the distant past I vowed to not become a slave to my device, but today has proven I am. All of my contacts are in my phone (email and phone numbers), so it’s proving rather difficult to contact people that aren’t in my email contacts, which of course are all the people that I need to talk to. I also use my phone as my MP3 player and most importantly to tune people out on the train, and it’s my defense against people who want to strike up a conversation with me when I’m at lunch. Lunch time is my creative time. My time to write my short stories.
Remember back in the day when you used to have to wait to get home or to work to make that important phone call or uses the dreaded public pay phone. Thank you cell phones for taking me off that thing. Or remember back in the day when you knew every number by heart. Your little computer of a brain went through the brain roledex to bring up Jane or John Doe’s phone number. Now we say, let me put you number in my phone or call me and I’ll have your number in my phone.
It amazes me how dependent we have become on our devices and how some of us barely look up from our devices nowadays. I can’t begin to tell you how many times people have walked into me because they were walking and texting or walking and reading or sending email. Not to long ago someone walked right off the train platform because he was texting.