Random Thoughts on Not Having a Cell Phone

I was going to write a whole epic rant on cell phones, but this blogger beat me to it here.

Oh, well. I’ll do my own inferior version.

I am 21 years old (I will be 22 in two days) and I have never had a cell phone.

I admit, I don’t like to talk on the phone, or even talk in general. I’m just not a chatty person; I’m usually perfectly content to listen to someone else’s rantings and ravings.

But this cell phone obsession is ridiculous.

I know your phone can do just about everything on earth. I know you’re totally addicted to it. You don’t have to brag to me or tell me I should get one.

For the record, if I ever get a cell phone, there will be a grand total of four numbers on it: my home number, my best friend’s number, my work number, and probably my car repair shop’s number.

I will not take pictures on it and I will not text. I have never sent a single text message in my life. I can’t stand it when I see these young kids – probably middle-school age or even younger – texting away on their cell phones like they’re trying to get in touch with the entire world at once.

I was sitting in the hallway of my college one time last semester and everyone around me was texting on their BlackBerry phones. Everyone. I was just sitting in the center of all the clicking and feeling rather out of place.

My Social Psychology professor admitted to the class that he did not have a cell phone. He expected everyone to jump him after class. I wanted to congratulate him.

It is a fallacy that you can text and drive or use a cell phone and drive at the same time. You can’t. It’s how accidents happen. Because I drive at the posted speed limit, I will invariably have someone tailgating me at some point in my route. Nearly 80% of the time, this turns out to be a person who is on a cell phone.

At least get the hands-free option, people.

Another irritant: when I’m with someone and they’re constantly checking their phone for missed calls or texts. I was out with a good friend of mine one day in January, and she was checking her phone and sending text messages to her boyfriend and her brother the entire time. I wanted to grab her phone and throw it in the trash, but I restrained myself.

It’s common courtesy that when you’re with someone, you should focus your attention on them. Not on the piece of technology in your hand. Turn it off, slip it in your pocket or your purse, and try to forget about it for a while.

I think it was my ex-boyfriend who made me really despise cell phone cameras. I am camera-shy, I will admit. I hate it when people with camera phones go around discretely taking pictures of everyone and everything. I do not appreciate being a guinea pig for someone’s brand new camera phone.

If you want to take someone’s picture, ask them first. Don’t just start snapping arbitrary shots because your phone can do that. Ask first. It’s common courtesy.

I think that cell phones and other technologies have caused people to forget what common courtesy and manners really are.

I am not getting a cell phone until I absolutely need one – for work or if I ever have a child with some kind of persistent medical problem.

As a last point, if you’re a guy and you want to get in touch with me, suck it up and call my house phone. (You’ll probably have to talk to my dad for a while, but you’re a man. You can deal with it.) Or email me. What’s so difficult about that?

Love me for me and not for the technology I do or do not have.