Thursday, December 21, 2017

The Cell Phone

For those of you who know me well, you are aware of my lack of confidence/desire/need/want/ambition/delight in talking on the telephone. A dear friend of mine reveled in the fact of our fourteen year friendship where only today I said sure you can call me.

I am an addicted text reader and sender. A person in awe that one receives emails via a cell phone.  You can even look at Facebook! My cell phone is my confidant, partner in love and crime, a photographer, journalist, event planner, navigator and sometimes a musical delight of connection or a silent zombie of disconnection.

There is a great sense of competition for who is having a deeper relationship with their phone. Who knows every app, icon, button, and how do you actually read text messages while talking? Who can text faster? I'm pretty good, though my admitted failing is in the lack of abbreviation skills and what on earth those little faces mean. Maybe now too, I judge myself and others on how much we look at our phones. When has it become a grand gesture that you are out with someone (perhaps a man) and they are not checking their phone constantly? Big bonus points for that one, like opening a car door, yes sorry but that still gets a swoon from me.

The other day my phone was on vibrate, facing down on the table in another room while I was having personal conversation with a brand new friend. I hear my phone vibrating and I think that sounds just like someone passing gas, and then I go into a complete mind journey of "oh no I hope they don't think that's me." Should I say, listen to my phone making that noise? Then chances are that it doesn't happen and then it appears as though I were blaming something else when really it was me!! It's as though  "that was my phone" has now replaced "that was the dog." Wow, I must have thought about that situation in a sudden downward spiral for at least ten minutes. Such is my comical mind at times.

Lastly, and importantly, yesterday I was driving while reading a text. I looked up and right in front of me, side ways, was a bright yellow school bus, turning into the road on the right. It didn't even look real. I slammed on my brakes. It was like one of those carnival rides you used to take on rickety rails in the dark, that suddenly showed large signs of not this way.
All was OK, and it was five minutes later that I could accept how scary that actually was and how close I was. It was completely my fault.

Now the actual text message was fantastic, however, I think I was one moment from making such a mess, that I may not have ever been able to reply.
 SO -  I always like to try and add an inspiration or new thought to these blog posts and I believe this message is loud and clear. I know many of my dearest friends are like me, and say - yes but I'm really careful. Well, let's be really careful.
I am not that important that a text or email cannot wait AND I AM THAT IMPORTANT that it can wait.

Perhaps John Lennon would say:

Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans. 
Or when you're checking your cell phone.
A dream you dream alone is only a dream. A dream you dream together is reality.

Sending my love for this holiday season. May we all find joy & peace in our hearts.
Jayne xxx

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