Have you ever felt a twinge of anxiety creep up inside you if you drop it in liquid, the charger gets chewed up by the dog (THANKS WALL-E!) or you leave it in the bathroom and it gets stollen (what are you doing taking the phone to the bathroom anyway)?
Do you just get all moody-blue even when the battery signal flashes at you a warning that it will power down?
WELL! I have to say, I owe little Wall-e a nice vanilla-scented deep shampoo and conditioning! This has been the most relaxing weekend. No angry phone-calls, no suprising information I have to answer the phone and listen to unexpectedly, no annoying ringtones or text messages. For so long, I had been accustomed to expecting these loud, irritating chimes that I would race to get any problem with my cell phone fixed right away JUST so I wouldn’t miss a single blip of communication. I thought it strange if I made it through the day without more than a few phone calls or texts.
Honestly, certain ringtones grew to be a beloved part of my relationship. I had even told my boyfriend once, “you know, it just about makes my morning when I hear you calling. I don’t feel right without it.”
That time has come and now gone. Once my relationship was over, the calls diminished severely. I was off-kilter. I would call or text people just to keep that damned phone ringing. I would even call him on occasion just to keep giving the cell phone a greater purpose. The phone was a gift for our anniversary for goodness sakes. I love that damned phone. It gets compliments like a baby because of its unusual-appearance and its lack of widespread ownership amongst the mainstream. I would find out months after owning it that its not a common phone because the model got horrible reviews. He might have known that when he got it for me, but the gift was more about getting me what I wanted rather than what was best (another reason why the phone means so much to me) …and now its just me and my lil’ blitz.
…and now my blitz is dead. Its been dead for three days. Today is day four.
I’m no longer anxious to see it power up. I don’t even really want to check for messages although thats irresponsible and I’m sure I’ll check it sometime after this blog-note is published. I look back on the weekend… going out to the movies, having Cold Stone Ice cream instead of the greatest apple-pie in the world at Zenarros (it was a favorite of mine and H’s and the fucking new chef took it off of the menu…does that mean something?)…doing laundry on a gorgeous Sunday and not even minding so long as I had a good book and a Wookie sitting right next to me.
Yes, indeed. Life was good this weekend. Simple pleasures. All made even better by letting go of this deep attachment at least for a weekend.
Undoubtedly, I’ll be grateful for the package in the mail from Verizon Wireless. I’ll take it out of the box and rush upstairs to plug my lil’ blitz in for business as usual. Its a good thing to have a cell phone. Makes a big world more accessible to have one…but rest assured. I WILL turn my phone off more often.
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(the “save draft” feature is fantabulous, isn’t it!? I started writing this yesterday and got too busy to finish. Good stuff…writing.)
