Wednesday, September 29, 2010
I am completely alone for approximately 40 minutes each day, 20 minutes in the morning, and 20 minutes in the evening. I am living for those few minutes in a sensory deprivation chamber of my own design. I am off the grid, the Invisible Man. Alone, but not lonely.
Today is Day 24 without a personal cell phone.
My cell phone was my work phone, and I changed jobs in the beginning of the month, so that phone was dutifully returned to my previous employer. I fully intend to get a replacement phone, with enough sizzle to impress strangers, with enough features to wow my friends, and as little monthly recurring cost as possible to satisfy my budget. I just haven't gotten around to it, and that's OK.
To clarify that last statement, that's OK...with me. I seem to be the only one not put out my my lack of a cellular ball and chain. Some (aka 'spouse') are concerned about my availability. Some are concerned about my safety. Some are concerned that I might be concerned. I will admit that when driving, I do think that a phone would be handy in case of an emergency. If I had a flat tire, a phone would be nice. Hit a deer, and I could make a call. Otherwise, I'm OK.
To those who would like to talk to me during my downtime, sorry. Try the home number if you have been deemed worthy of access to the unlisted secret, 256-bit encrypted 10 digit code. To those who never called me anyway, I will continue to trust that you've been dialing the old number for 3 weeks now in frustration. Keep trying.
Soon I will rejoin what passes for the Communication Revolution in our world, texting and chatting to fill the minutes - total connectivity without the fussy mess of intimacy and meaningful conversation. I may get a ticket for speeding, but distracted driving? Not this month. Good luck, Verizon. I'll be a hard sell.