Some people can't understand why I didn't ever want one.
Oh my gosh, where do I start...
It's one more thing to have to charge, one more thing to worry about the battery going dead.
It's one more thing to obsessively check. Check the home phone messages. Check the email. Check the blogs. Check the cellphone - which has all that stuff on it and then you can check all that at once, and of course, once you're done checking you have to start all over again.
I didn't want to be reachable. I know that sounds terrible, but it's true! I had my life set up pretty simple. "I'm either at home, at the grocery store, or at Susan's riding, so just leave me a message and I'll deal with it when I get home." If I had a phone, I reckoned, I'd be getting calls from the school all the time like, "Can you bring me my lunch? I forgot it." Or "I need $25 for a new gym uniform." And then there's always "I wanna go to Buddy's house. Pick me up for supper." I really thought it could all wait.
Cellphones promote laziness. Why plan anything if you can just throw it together at the last minute?
And then, it promotes anxiety. Everything is last minute. Everything can be changed with one phone call, requiring five more phone calls, and the complications get stupid.
Most of all, I just didn't want to be a cellphone slave. You know what I mean. Maybe you are one. It boops, it beeps, it rings, it plays ridiculous little songs, and you gotta drop everything to get it. It will demand your attention. You have to pay attention to it.
I'd get irritated by my husband's iPhone, which I have dubbed the iGadget because it's not just a phone. Actually I call it the Plastic Girlfriend. He sneaks it when I'm not looking because he knows it makes me insane. Yes I am jealous of an electronic device. He reads the news on it in bed and when he's eating his breakfast. It sits beside his bed to wake him up in the morning. It interrupts our conversations and dictates when he leaves for work. He can't make a move without it. It owns him.
Here I am, living in between two houses, and needing a phone number of my own. It's not worth getting another landline for a temporary situation. It became clearer daily that I would have to cave in and get a cellphone.
What really fixed it was this new iPhone thing. The NEW one is all powerful and omnipotent and has more bells and whistles than the "old" one. He bought the new one. I got his old one.
I admit, this is a pretty marvelous machine. It's quite amazing. It's just this little heavy plastic slab that suddenly comes to colourful life and does all kinds of things. It's the first cellphone EVER that I used and thought maybe, just maybe, I could figure out how to use it. I just touch it and it does what it's supposed to do. (Usually.) It isn't covered with complicated buttons. It has one big button at the bottom. I can do this. Yes, even a techno-moron like me can do this.
I'm kind of not happy about this because being cellphone-free made me a little different, just a rare breed of holdout who doesn't need these trappings of modern life.
My phone is set to sound like an old rotary phone. It sounds like my childhood.
It's got really nice colours. It looks good.
when it rings, it always tells me who it is, in big easy to read letters.
When it rings, it's usually my husband.
So maybe it's not so bad.
But don't be shocked if I park it on the little table in the hall upstairs and avoid looking at it until I'm done my work for the day...