Cell Phoned

I went to the doctor the other day. And before I even went back to the examination room, I felt naked. Why? Because I had, somehow, forgotten my cell phone and left it at home.

Why was I feeling naked without my cell phone?!? For many years of my life, I never had a cell phone with me. I didn’t even own a cell phone to take with me.

I don’t even really like to talk on the phone a lot – I never have. I definitely enjoy talking, and I talk on the phone when I need to. But I prefer face-to-face conversation whenever possible. And I get very aggravated when I’m with other people and they decide it’s more important to take a call on their cell phone than to talk to me or enjoy the activity in which we’re involved.

In fact, I have felt very disdainful and superior toward people who immediately check their cell phone after leaving a play, or church, or a movie, or any other activity where they couldn’t answer the phone. People walking around everywhere with a cell phone stuck to the ear. Or, even worse, a cell phone receiver hooked over the ear. Eeeeewwwww!

Of course, I had to analyze my reaction to the missing cell phone. That’s what I do. I analyze. And I concluded that my dependency on having my cell phone with me is a natural and acceptable fear of being caught in a desperate situation (car breaks down, accident, etc.) where I need to call for help. Knowing I have a cell phone with me helps to allay that fear.

Yeah, right! Right then I realized – I have become cell phoned. That’s my new word (2 words?) for cell phone dependency. I am dependent on my cell phone. Not on making calls, or receiving calls, or texting, or anything else one can do with a cell phone.

I am dependent on knowing that I have that cell phone in my possession and within my reach.

I guess I won’t be feeling so pompous from now on. I am – officially – cell phoned!

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About grandawn

I work as administrative support in the Oklahoma State University Art Dept. For the past few years, I have been responsible for finances, paperwork, and other decisions for my parents who lived in Texas. Working now to finalize everything after Father's death in 2012 and Mother's death in 2013. I also keep busy blogging, writing children's books, and occasionally shooting commercials. I live in Oklahoma, USA. I have three wonderful grandchildren. I am a teacher, writer, actor, singer. . . and whatever else I can manage.
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