One morning not too long ago I left the house to run errands. I had a lot to do and ended up being out and about for almost four hours. When I returned home, the first thing I saw was my cell phone sitting on the table in the den. Although I'd been perfectly fine for several hours without realizing I was de facto incommunicado, the second I realized I had left home without my phone I started panicking in retrospect: what if I'd had an accident? a flat tire? car trouble? lost my purse? fallen down? gotten sick? I had to tell myself to calm down--but I hate being without my phone, even if the sense of security it provides is in part illusory.
Particularly if your phone usually resides in your purse.
Yes-- that would be an issue if I'd lost my purse!
Another cautionary tale: one day last year I was alone in the house (my husband and all our kids were out and about). I went into the garage to get some dog food and the connecting door between the house and the garage slammed shut behind me. When I tried to get back in, I discovered the door was locked! I went to a neighbor's house to borrow their phone to call someone to come home and let me in when I realized the only cell phone number I knew was my husband's and he was an hour away! Yes--I'm a terrible mom who doesn't have her kids' cell phone numbers committed to memory. It took quite a while to finally make contact with someone. But at least I hadn't left anything on the stove!
I'm probably too obsessed in the opposite direction as I hardly ever answer my phone, nor did I in the olden land-line days, except when at my job. Fortunately my wife is connected to most everything 8-)
I still use a flip phone, which causes no end of sneers directed toward me in family get togethers. I use it to make actual phone calls and for texting. OK, once in a while I use the calculator. And the alarm... but that's about it.My 38 year old son, hooked on an iPhone, has developed arthritis and carpal. My wife is glued to her iPhone. I have resolved to be different. Doesn't mean that I am a Luddite.
I'm not THAT obsessed...
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