Day four...
I feel almost completely disconnected from society now. Even more so than normal, I mean. Friends I once had daily contact with, I haven't heard from in weeks.... or, days. Last night, I managed to scrounge up some mushrooms for dinner. (And fish and rice.) Were they poisonous? Who knows. (OK, probably not, as I got them at the grocery store.)
Such is life with no cell phone.
My Blackberry bit the dust on Wednesday. Died on the 4th of July, someone should make a movie. Since then I have withdrawn further and further into an isolated, text-less, cell-phone-less existence.
When something you have relied on so heavily is taken away, you can't help but start to ponder things. Things like, I never realized how texting has almost entirely replaced instant messaging in my life. I used to have like 186 friends on AIM. Now, there are five people signed into my Gchat. And four of those are orange.
I still have a landline, but no one calls. Or if they do, I don't know it, because they would be calling my Blackberry, which isn't working. And I can't call anyone, because years of reliance on cell phone directories have erased my memory of virtually all phone numbers except immediate family members. And/or it's long distance.
I suppose I could email someone and ask them to call me. But I'm not that desperate. Yet. Also, sometimes people act like they never got your email, even though it's clearly in your "sent mail" folder and there was never an issue with them getting any of your emails before when they complained because you're still Rickrolling them once a week, but as soon as you send one asking if they want to hang out, all of a sudden they're having Gmail issues! I mean... I've heard.... that happens.... to other people.
Spending all this time alone, thinking about all the calls and texts I'm missing... it can, uh, make a man crazy. How bad has it gotten? Today I almost struck up a conversation with a telemarketer. Almost.
What's next? Speaking to someone face-to-face? I shudder at the thought.
I'm sure some of you might be asking, "Bone, why in the world do you still have a landline?
What can I say? I have trouble letting go. Of course, I also have trouble committing, which is kind of a rare combination. It's not easy being me, OK?
Still others of you may be wondering, "Bone, why don't you just get a new phone?"
Well, that would be the easy thing to do, wouldn't it? It's just that I dread going to the phone store. It's like we Blackberry customers have become anathema now. When I bought mine, the guy was doing everything he could to talk me into another phone, any other phone. And that was 18 months ago. I can only imagine he and his good-time iPhone buddies laughing it up after I leave this time.
Also, it's been a welcome break for my Texter's Thumb. *flexing thumbs* I can really tell a difference already.
Besides, this has now mutated into some sort of masochistic exercise in self-deprivation. You see, there comes a time in a man's life when he needs to strike out on his own, remove himself from society for a few days, and see if he can survive without all the modern-day amenities.
So for the past four days, it's just been me and the bare necessities: my laptop and my TV.
How long can a person live like this?
As my number of Gchat friends online has now dropped to three, I'm guessing not much longer.
"Open your eyes, you might see / If our lives were that simple, we'd live in the past / If the phone doesn't ring, it's me..."
I feel almost completely disconnected from society now. Even more so than normal, I mean. Friends I once had daily contact with, I haven't heard from in weeks.... or, days. Last night, I managed to scrounge up some mushrooms for dinner. (And fish and rice.) Were they poisonous? Who knows. (OK, probably not, as I got them at the grocery store.)
Such is life with no cell phone.
My Blackberry bit the dust on Wednesday. Died on the 4th of July, someone should make a movie. Since then I have withdrawn further and further into an isolated, text-less, cell-phone-less existence.
When something you have relied on so heavily is taken away, you can't help but start to ponder things. Things like, I never realized how texting has almost entirely replaced instant messaging in my life. I used to have like 186 friends on AIM. Now, there are five people signed into my Gchat. And four of those are orange.
I still have a landline, but no one calls. Or if they do, I don't know it, because they would be calling my Blackberry, which isn't working. And I can't call anyone, because years of reliance on cell phone directories have erased my memory of virtually all phone numbers except immediate family members. And/or it's long distance.
I suppose I could email someone and ask them to call me. But I'm not that desperate. Yet. Also, sometimes people act like they never got your email, even though it's clearly in your "sent mail" folder and there was never an issue with them getting any of your emails before when they complained because you're still Rickrolling them once a week, but as soon as you send one asking if they want to hang out, all of a sudden they're having Gmail issues! I mean... I've heard.... that happens.... to other people.
Spending all this time alone, thinking about all the calls and texts I'm missing... it can, uh, make a man crazy. How bad has it gotten? Today I almost struck up a conversation with a telemarketer. Almost.
What's next? Speaking to someone face-to-face? I shudder at the thought.
I'm sure some of you might be asking, "Bone, why in the world do you still have a landline?
What can I say? I have trouble letting go. Of course, I also have trouble committing, which is kind of a rare combination. It's not easy being me, OK?
Still others of you may be wondering, "Bone, why don't you just get a new phone?"
Well, that would be the easy thing to do, wouldn't it? It's just that I dread going to the phone store. It's like we Blackberry customers have become anathema now. When I bought mine, the guy was doing everything he could to talk me into another phone, any other phone. And that was 18 months ago. I can only imagine he and his good-time iPhone buddies laughing it up after I leave this time.
Also, it's been a welcome break for my Texter's Thumb. *flexing thumbs* I can really tell a difference already.
Besides, this has now mutated into some sort of masochistic exercise in self-deprivation. You see, there comes a time in a man's life when he needs to strike out on his own, remove himself from society for a few days, and see if he can survive without all the modern-day amenities.
So for the past four days, it's just been me and the bare necessities: my laptop and my TV.
How long can a person live like this?
As my number of Gchat friends online has now dropped to three, I'm guessing not much longer.
"Open your eyes, you might see / If our lives were that simple, we'd live in the past / If the phone doesn't ring, it's me..."
