Let’s just get it out there. I have a cell. It is
the only phone I have now which makes me crazy. I prefer landlines and will get
one again when I can. On the east coast when that earthquake happened
a couple of years ago, phone towers which service cells were knocked out. So
cell users had no phone service. Half the landlines still had service. Yes!
Give me a landline. Please. So when all returns to normal in my life I will be
getting a landline. Probably a princess for the bedroom, a wall phone for the
kitchen and a good old black desk phone for the hall that looks like something Bruce Wayne used in the 1960s. Oh. I’ll keep the cell for back up. I know. I’m weird. I do not
hold conversations on my cell. If I do, I keep exchanges short and sweet. I do not
play games on it or surf the net or update my Facebook status. I do not text
unless necessary. I don’t need a phone to entertain me. My computer
is separate from my phone. TV watching is separate from my phone. I like a
large screen on which to watch things not a small screen. Looking at TV on a phone is
devolution to me. I don't want anything Wi-Fi that close to my head all the time. Plus, people put their entire freakin' lives on these toys and then when they lose it or it gets stolen, they lose their minds. I do not want that kind of attachment to an inanimate object.
My take on cellphone use? It is a type of incessant
masturbation. Really examine how, why and when you use it. Do you use it when you
are bored? How long can you go without using it during the day? Do you think
about using it? And when you do use it, do you get lost in the feeling and lose
track of time? And first and foremost, does it feel good to ya? Have you been diagnosed with “carpel tunnel syndrome” or some
other sort of ligament problem connected to your hand? If you said “yes” to any or all of these
questions, you may suffer from cellphone rubout. I think incessant cellphone
use has replaced sex. So much for technological advancement.
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