The other day at work, just before lunch, my cell phone chirped that the battery was low. I plugged the phone for a charge and got ready to leave for lunch. I then looked at the phone, charging.
It felt strange to leave the phone behind and I wondered: When did that happen?
I was one of the last holdouts of our family to even own a cell phone. I didn’t need one. No one was that important that it couldn’t wait until I got home to talk to them. But I gave in. My husband liked to reach me “whenever” and I did realize that it was nice to be able to contact him when the moment struck.
But why did I feel uncomfortable NOT having my phone with me? It’s not like I use it all the time. I’m the member with the least amount of minutes per month. I’m the member who DOESN’T text. I won’t even answer the phone if I’m driving (holding the phone and shifting don’t mix!). And it wasn’t like I was driving all that far. If something happened, it would have been cold to walk back to work, but I wouldn’t have frozen.
I don’t like the feeling that I have to have that phone with me, but I think it’s too late now. My husband expects me to have it, so I carry it. If it makes him feel better, then I guess that’s good enough for me.
And by the way – I did survive going out to lunch without the phone. No one called anyway!
2 comments:
Until I got my iPhone, I was alot like you. I get very few calls, even fewer texts, and everybody uses my excess rollover minutes. But since my wife gave me a new phone for Christmas it is always with me. I can check my e-mail, read my favorite blogs, even update my blog if I want to. I'm a convert!
But I'm a CHEAP SKATE! I can't justify spending money on a iPhone, let alone all the extra features just to use the darn thing.
Besides, I'm not much of a talker. That's why I write!
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