Hypocracy!
I’m a pretty late adopter when it comes to this whole “cellular phone” thing. When I hit adolescence, I tended to just move away from phones, and shun them from my life similar to how I shunned sequined jumpers and light up shoes. Okay, well I suppose I do like to wear the occasional sequined jumpsuit. But that’s beyond the point! I ridiculed people’s dependence on these things. I even wrote a poignant and idiotic short essay on the asininity of this dependence. As such, I went all through high school without a cellular messaging device. And I was just fine. When my friend was texting in my TA course, I was asleep. Times were good.
This all changed…
College came around. I realized that I sorta needed one of these thingies. Thingies being a pen. Also, a cellular phone. A cell phone. A mobile. A portable link to the entire world! Whatever you want to call them, I needed one, oddly. So, I gave in. I got a cell phone. I had thrown away my principles.
I also got a text messaging plan. Two-hundred messages a month. For the longest time, I used maybe about 50 a month. This was later upgraded because my 57 year old mother went far over the limit one month (I’m on the same plan as my Mom). So, it was upgraded to unlimited. For some reason, when I heard about this, my usage went up quite substantially. Now, I have to delete my inbox maybe once a week, so that’s about eighty messages a week. I’m not as bad as some people, but still, it’s come a long way.
So, here I am. Become what I once hated. Sending an SMS message more than once a month! It’s insane! It’s nice for when you or other people are busy. But I tend to use it more than that. I still don’t like phones though. So, calling is still a pretty odd thing for me to do. But, I see it as a fair bit more healthy than texting. So why don’t I do it? Good question. Maybe I shall.
I still hate phones.