The other night, while my husband was waiting for me to finish knitting “just one more row”, he was watching the 10:00 news. You know, the news before the news.
At first, I pictured myself running through the streets of Atlanta in my undies.
My grannie panties and support bra, and all my jiggly parts–well, jiggling.
And then I laughed.
As I watched the fit bodies of the young people in their red undies run through the streets, I noticed several with their phones. Phones with no place to put them.
Then it irritated me.
So here are my two cents regarding cell phones.
I have a love-hate relationship with the cell phone. I didn’t get my first cell phone until I was 40-something. Yes, that’s a long time to live without the ability to take photos of my food, self portraits with my friends having a blast, and being able to be in constant contact with my friends.
My husband has had a cell phone longer than I. Actually, his was a Blackberry–the company he works for now, recently switched to iPhones. His was, and still is, an umbilical cord to his job. It’s that little contraption which inhibits him from relaxing on a weekend or vacation.
I have had a couple of positive experiences, such as the time two of my kids pulled over during a gully washer of a storm. They called to say it was raining so hard they couldn’t see, and were waiting it out. That prevented a few gray hairs. There was also a time my car died, and I needed to call for help.
Being able to contact my kids has been a bonus, but it still didn’t prove they were where they said they were going. I could have been a mom who trailed them with GPS tracking, but I wanted them to earn our trust. Ha! Sometimes that didn’t work so well with The Wee One.
I find it sad that our society has become so attached to a little piece of technology that prevents some of us from fully experiencing an event. Of course, photos are fun to look back on and recall a memory, but one has to create a memory to recall in the first place.
When I’m trying to photograph an event or family gathering, with my regular camera, I get a bit frustrated with myself when I find that I’m more focused on taking photos, than engaging in the fun.
While I understand that life evolves over time, based upon what we learn with the tools we are provided, I don’t understand letting a piece of plastic, glass, and whatever innards contained in a cell phone, prevent us from engaging with others face-to-face.
Instead of making sure we give our friends and family a play-by-play of every minute of our lives—maybe it would be nice to hold hands with the person we are with. To laugh at a joke. To do something which will create a story to tell. To just be with the person we are with–even if that’s ourselves.
If I were silly enough to run through the streets in my undies, I’m not sure I would want it recorded for posterity.