The screen is black, the box is ready, and this is where my brief fling with a cellphone comes to a blistery end.
I just slid the power off button for the last time on our iPhone. It wasn’t just the dropped calls that led to this decision. I have long wrestled with portable technology glued to people’s faces. It bothers me when I see someone frozen in the produce section at the grocery store, surrounded by luscious greens and their young children baying at their feet but their eyes affixed to that glowing screen.
Every time I’m in the veggie section I see the same thing, and I’m not sure why. What does it mean? Why there? If I’m standing near the watermelon display or about to fondle a lemon, all I need to do is look around and I’m bound to see someone stupidly standing there, unaware of anything around them but their dumb phone.
I don’t want to be a part of that culture. Yes, I’m starting a blog, but aside from a nightmare problem with Verizon and having no choice but to haunt them through their Twitter account, I am pulling back from my time online. It dumbs down my brain, it really does.
I cringe when I see guys with that noticeable wad next to their wad, their manhood compromised by their social livelihood, unaware of the potential harm cellphone technology can wreck on their biology. It also bothers me when I see children in a public place being ignored by a parent who just has to answer that call or check their email or send a text, because God forbid they don’t respond within the split second required of us anymore and suddenly someone unfriends them on Facebook or unfollows them on Instagram.
So once again I’m saying no to the whole cellphone culture thing and hello to my lovely black retro phone I bought 15 years ago at Pottery Barn. The ring is genuine, not something faux I selected from a drop down menu of ring tone options, and the weight of the handset is familiar.
We do keep a flip phone for emergencies since we live deep inside a wildfire zone; it works much better than the fancy iPhone. But I am so glad Verizon’s cellphone coverage isn’t as universal as they claim and all those calls dropped, because now I can be me again and live free of the burden of something I never really wanted but felt I was supposed to have.