Sunday, August 1, 2010

Artificial Retreat


My phone was stolen the other night.

WHAT AN INCONVENIENCE!

I was at a Fuller party, dancing, hanging and laughing. Nothing out of the ordinary, until...I could not find my phone. Nothing ruins an evening like losing a phone you don't really like, making an insurance claim and receiving the exact phone that was stolen 2 days later. That was my saturday night. My phone was taken.

One of my favorite stolen phone stories is from my friend Ryan Payne over at; http://ryanalexanderpayne.blogspot.com/. Ask him to tell you the story. It is a doozie!

But, I don't want to sound like a complainer. I decided the next day I would take these lemons and turn them into lemonade. It would be an experiment, a walk down memory lane if you will. There was a time before I had a cell phone. I was 15 when I was pleasantly surprised one christmas day with a motorola flip phone that resembled a walkie talkie that my 10 year old brother has. I went the first 14 years of life without one, how hard could it be now? I'm almost 25, 10 years later, more mature and I'm not that attached to my phone. I can go off the grid, other people will have the real problem. They won't be able to get a hold of me. They're the ones with a problem. Really, I am doing them a favor, I have been enabling them this whole time. It's time I taught them a lesson.

So, sunday was day one of Project: Blackberry = LAME-berry

Ok, so I was a complete failure at "Going off the Grid". Within 10 minutes of not having my phone, I could only think of how much my life was better when I had it. Here are a couple reasons why:

1. If I want out of a conversation, I pull out my phone and pretend to have a phone call.
2. Text messages- I love them! Conversations without all the annoying eye contact.
3. Facebook on my phone. When I am bored, I can check out people's hilarious status'.
4. Booty Calls. What did people do in the early 90's? Beepers? As if!
5. If I break down on the side of the rode, a drifter won't kill me and wear my face.

This is the conclusion I have come to. It is 2010. I am a child of technology. I live in the 21st century, its time to embrace it. I shouldn't feel bad about my inability to function without it. When technology eventually rises up and takes over the world and makes us all it's skin-slaves, I'll say, "Well, we had it good there for a while. I sure do miss my hoverboard though."