Let's just say I'm at the age of a big tipping point in my life. I either choose to continue on updating technology or I disconnect entirely and go upon my merry way in an ignorance is bliss sort of mentality. All of us at some age has come to this point and made this decision. May not have been one you made consciously, but it was made non-the-less.
To explain my situation in just slightly more depth I will explain that my day today consisted of racking leaves with Foster and 3 trips to a Verizon store. This was after unsuccessful attempts to contact the Verizon customer support via Google Talk. The only phone in my house is cellular in nature and you can't talk to them on the phone you need help with. My issues started with cell phones around he age of 19 when I first got one and have steadily gotten worse. I'm currently on my 6-7 phone in about 16 months. I get error messages when trying to send texts and most recently when talking on the phone I can hear the other person, but they cannot hear me. This is most notable when I'm at home where we have a network extender to boast reception. This basically means I have 4 bars of service!
So this gives the background on why I hate cell phones. Yet, I still have one as I'm just not able to put down the connective waves of convenience that a cell phone provides (when it works). My calendar connects to it from work, I text almost everyone I know, it has Facebook and most importantly there is a solitaire game on it that I am pretty much addicted to.
Many of us may have just enjoyed the time honored tradition of Charlie Brown and the Great Pumpkin. Linus is often mocked by adults and children a like for his inability to leave his blanket at home. I ask if our cell phones have become our new security blankets! Who goes back home on the way to work if they have forgotten it? Who feels like they've forgotten an article of clothing if it's not with them at the mall? Who drives long distances and finds comfort seeing that little black device in the cup holder? Safety only an arms length away. I have. I do. Guilty as charged. It's a CELL PHONE people. It's not meant to be anything more than a tool. One that we have all become so attached to that we must answer it while standing at the urinal. Talk on it while flight attendants try and prepare for take off. Discuss intimate details of your date last night on the bus the next morning.
No shave November! How had is that. How about No Cell Phone Monday! There would be pandemonium in the streets. Business would grind to a halt and the world surely would become a scarier place indeed!
Peace, Love and Puppy Dogs,
John
To explain my situation in just slightly more depth I will explain that my day today consisted of racking leaves with Foster and 3 trips to a Verizon store. This was after unsuccessful attempts to contact the Verizon customer support via Google Talk. The only phone in my house is cellular in nature and you can't talk to them on the phone you need help with. My issues started with cell phones around he age of 19 when I first got one and have steadily gotten worse. I'm currently on my 6-7 phone in about 16 months. I get error messages when trying to send texts and most recently when talking on the phone I can hear the other person, but they cannot hear me. This is most notable when I'm at home where we have a network extender to boast reception. This basically means I have 4 bars of service!
So this gives the background on why I hate cell phones. Yet, I still have one as I'm just not able to put down the connective waves of convenience that a cell phone provides (when it works). My calendar connects to it from work, I text almost everyone I know, it has Facebook and most importantly there is a solitaire game on it that I am pretty much addicted to.
Many of us may have just enjoyed the time honored tradition of Charlie Brown and the Great Pumpkin. Linus is often mocked by adults and children a like for his inability to leave his blanket at home. I ask if our cell phones have become our new security blankets! Who goes back home on the way to work if they have forgotten it? Who feels like they've forgotten an article of clothing if it's not with them at the mall? Who drives long distances and finds comfort seeing that little black device in the cup holder? Safety only an arms length away. I have. I do. Guilty as charged. It's a CELL PHONE people. It's not meant to be anything more than a tool. One that we have all become so attached to that we must answer it while standing at the urinal. Talk on it while flight attendants try and prepare for take off. Discuss intimate details of your date last night on the bus the next morning.
No shave November! How had is that. How about No Cell Phone Monday! There would be pandemonium in the streets. Business would grind to a halt and the world surely would become a scarier place indeed!
Peace, Love and Puppy Dogs,
John
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