Life Without A Cell Phone

I didn’t even have a cell phone until I started driving. But I don’t how I made it so long without one. It all started Saturday night. I was over at the Bledsoe’s house when my little brother, Tyler, called me. I answered but Tyler refused to talk to me. I thought that was rude of him so I hung up. I tried calling back. I looked at my phone and it said I was connected but I never ever heard it ring. To make a long story short, I did that about twelve times, and probably drove Tyler crazy by calling, realizing I couldn’t hear anything, then immediately hanging up. What happened next was terrifying. Tyler sends me a text message that says, “I think your phone is messed up.” He was right. The ear piece had stopped working. But do not worry readers of this blog, for I had a solution. For the next couple days, I had my phone on speaker. Sure, everyone could hear my entire conversation, and some people probably thought I was conceded. Too full of myself to care that I was bothering anyone by having speaker phone turned on. But I didn’t judge them. If they only knew the truth, how their opinion might change.

But then, out of the blue, it stopped working. I’ve had this phone for three years, so maybe it was just it’s time. But for three years it never even showed signs of slowing down. Then in the span of three days it is completely finished. So here I am, feeling practically naked without a cell phone. I really don’t even talk on the phone that much. Or so I thought. Only now do I really realize how much I used it. Just in the last couple days, there’s no telling how many times my roommate, Mason, has suggested I call someone or send a text, to then bust out laughing because he remembers I don’t have a phone. Even the lady at Verizon today. I go in to tell her that I need a new phone because mine broke, and I should be eligible for the upgrade price. Then she tells me a few things about how I need to be authorized on the account so I must call my mom. She writes down the number and hands it to me. After a rather long awkward silence, I inform her for a third time (I had mentioned another time during the middle of our conversation) that my phone is broken and doesn’t work. Then rather apologetically she allows me to use the store phone. Which brings me to right now, where I am trying to have a conversation with my mom over Facebook, because that is the next best way I have to get in touch with her. Not having a phone is not fun. How amazing is it we rely so much on those little pieces of technology goodness. Just thought I would share a little bit of what has been going on with me the last few days. Until next time, where I might have a phone update for ya’ll, be good.