When I was in college, I would leave my parents' house and drive 3 1/2 hours back to school with no communication. I would call from a LAND LINE when I arrived at my destination. My mobile phone was the size of a carry-on suitcase and was to be used for "emergencies only", as the going rate per-minute was somewhere between arm, leg and your first-born.
or so years ago I had a silver Nokia flip phone. With it, I had the
ability to make or receive calls, text (if I need the letter 's' I only
had to push the '7' key four times), and take pictures. They were
slightly higher quality than an Atari video game screen, but they were
pictures nonetheless. I still have it sitting in a drawer around here
somewhere. I'm sure if I powered it up, it would be fully charged even
though it hasn't seen an electrical outlet in half a decade. It never
dropped calls. When it closed, the keypad was covered, so I never
butt-dialed anyone. I'm convinced I could have dropped that sucker from
the observation deck of the Empire State Building and it would have
remained in one piece. Oh, Nokia. You kicked cell phone ass.
Technology improved some more.
didn't WANT a phone that had more features, but the snickering and
whispers I would hear (from my husband) about my beloved flip phone
finally got to me. So I caved. My first step up was a Blackberry. I
lovingly held on to that and it's clickety little keyboard for about 2
years. Or however long it took for me to be eligible for an upgrade -
because cell service providers are criminals.
One day I went to Best Buy to see if they could fix a small problem I was having with it.
"You know you're eligible for an upgrade, right?"
Cue the Heavenly choir. I
was eligible for the iPhone. Even though I SWORE I would not succumb to
its evils, the iPhone and its magical powers got the best of me. I
couldn't resist the lure of having all of those apps and the internet
and a touch screen right at my fingertips. I was intoxicated by
technology and I bought it on the spot.
I spent the next 6 hours with my face buried in it. Texting, Facebook, email, all of the internets,
Words with Friends, Pinterest, iTunes, calendars, alarm clocks,
reminders, Netflix, GPS, up-to-date weather, Pandora, etc., etc., etc.
They were all available to me with the simple swipe of a finger.
now - 3 years later - this phone is ruining my life. I'm sure of it.
The act of mindlessly looking at it has evolved into a nervous tick.
That is the only explanation for why it happens at such a high
frequency. I catch myself doing it...like when you look at your watch 5
times in a row and still don't know what time it is. I don't even know
what it is I'm looking at. Nothing interesting is happening on Facebook.
I should know - I've looked at it 30 times in the last 10 minutes. Pinterest just pisses me off. And I've been waiting 7 whole minutes for
Smartypants123 to play me back in Words With Friends. Lord have mercy on my soul if I ever start playing Candy Crush. Because my mind is turning
to mush and I'm willingly letting it happen.
deny that smartphones are an amazing technology. AH-MAY-ZING. Real life
sci-fi kind of shit. It blows my mind that I can summon information FROM SPACE to a box of metal and plastic hold in my hand. But I hate that if I leave my house without this man-made miracle, I'm as good as headless. I should probably seek out some sort of
I'm sure they exist.
I'm anxious (and honestly
terrified) of what technological advancements the next 10 years will
bring. So I think maybe I'll stay right where I'm at with cell phone
technology. It can't get better than what we already have.