Oh, blessed Mark Morford. How, in every dark time in my life, every period where I find myself struggling or preoccupied with some issue or sinister force that is keeping me from living the life I want, you come along with the corresponding blog to set me on the path again. How logorrheic and articulate you are. I <3 you.
The article in question, linked above, concerns something that has been on my mind a lot lately, as the end of my contract with Sprint is now in sight and I am seriously considering ridding myself of my cell phone and returning to a simple land line. I am afraid to let it go, of course. It has burrowed itself deep, and when I think of being without the endless text messages from friends and lovers and I feel an anxiety attack coming on.
Which is exactly why I need to get rid of it. I am a slave to the convenience, the need to be accessible 24 hours a day, always just a call or text message away. I find myself opening my eyes at night to look to see if the red light is flashing.
This is not healthy.
hansel doesn't think I can let it go. And I don't blame him for being skeptical. I am an addict. But that article by Morford, coming, as always, at the time I needed it most, cut it: I am going to get rid of it. One step closer to simple living. There is always too much to do and not enough time to do it in.
This is just another step you take.
Belain na le.
Post-script (8:45 pm):
As if it had heard my ramblings, the universe decided to force my hand a bit. I was cleaning the bathrooms at work when my cell phone fell to the floor and snapped clean in two. Just like that. I went into mild shock. After calming down, I figured that my phone was still semi-functional (it turns on and off) but that the screen was fucked. I am going to take it in tomorrow to have it looked at, and hopefully I can get it fixed without losing the 150+ numbers I've got in there, and nowhere else. How dependent we are on these machines! Honestly. It just brought me to my knees.
At any rate, I still intend to give up the phone in August. But for now I'd like to get it working so I can write down all the numbers and call anyone who may be trying to reach me tonight to tell them I'm not actually ignoring them. I feel guilty.
But for now, here's a taste of that simple future, whether I like it or not.
The article in question, linked above, concerns something that has been on my mind a lot lately, as the end of my contract with Sprint is now in sight and I am seriously considering ridding myself of my cell phone and returning to a simple land line. I am afraid to let it go, of course. It has burrowed itself deep, and when I think of being without the endless text messages from friends and lovers and I feel an anxiety attack coming on.
Which is exactly why I need to get rid of it. I am a slave to the convenience, the need to be accessible 24 hours a day, always just a call or text message away. I find myself opening my eyes at night to look to see if the red light is flashing.
This is not healthy.
hansel doesn't think I can let it go. And I don't blame him for being skeptical. I am an addict. But that article by Morford, coming, as always, at the time I needed it most, cut it: I am going to get rid of it. One step closer to simple living. There is always too much to do and not enough time to do it in.
This is just another step you take.
Belain na le.
Post-script (8:45 pm):
As if it had heard my ramblings, the universe decided to force my hand a bit. I was cleaning the bathrooms at work when my cell phone fell to the floor and snapped clean in two. Just like that. I went into mild shock. After calming down, I figured that my phone was still semi-functional (it turns on and off) but that the screen was fucked. I am going to take it in tomorrow to have it looked at, and hopefully I can get it fixed without losing the 150+ numbers I've got in there, and nowhere else. How dependent we are on these machines! Honestly. It just brought me to my knees.
At any rate, I still intend to give up the phone in August. But for now I'd like to get it working so I can write down all the numbers and call anyone who may be trying to reach me tonight to tell them I'm not actually ignoring them. I feel guilty.
But for now, here's a taste of that simple future, whether I like it or not.
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