Not having a cell phone I sometimes feel like part of some overlooked minority. Almost everyone I know has at least one phone. Christ, even my father has a cell phone. Not I.
I had one. Between 2000 and 2002 I used it constantly (especially when work was picking up the tab), but I started to get annoyed with it after a while. It felt like a leash. Once I stopped hanging around with people who had it surgically attached to their faces, I just didn’t need one anymore. I sit next to a phone all day at work, and I have a phone at home, so there’s very little time left in the day when I’d need a mobile. And to be frank, they kinda get on my nerves. I don’t want to know what you did last night, lady, so stop bellowing it for the whole subway car to hear in the precious few seconds of coverage you get around Rosedale station. Granted, I have a Blackberry, but they’re obviously much easier to ignore and less obtrusive during use.
$10 says that if you have a cell phone and you have someone take it from you for a week, by the end of the week you won’t miss it at all.
