OK, so I have a good memory. Beve has learned to count on my memory to save him repeatedly in the last 28 years. I remember where I've put my purse, even if I don't put it in the same place every time I put it down. And I remember where Beve leaves his backpack, his wallet, his...almost everything--if I've actually seen the thing we're talking about.
There's one thing, however, that I'm always, always misplacing. So often that it's a joke around here. It's my phone. I just never remember where I've put my phone. In fact, this exact moment, as I write this post, I haven't the faintest relationship where I left it this time. And even if I have it on me, because I've forgotten to charge it, it doesn't do any good. Or I've charged it then don't manage to turn it on.
The fact is, I'm just not married to that dang phone. I almost never answered the house phone when we had it, and now that we don't, this cell phone is the bane of my existence. I love the convenience of it, can text at the pace of a...very slow snail, though I can't bear to use the abbreviations that are destroying grammar, two thumbs at a time. And even before it was against the law of this state to make calls while driving, I hesitated to do so. It just didn't seem very wise to me. And really, what could possibly be so important that it couldn't wait until I got to where I was going. Likewise I almost never talk while I'm shopping because again, what could be so important? There are exceptions to this--usually involving my kids.
This is turning into quite a rant, huh?
The point is that it makes sense that I never know where my phone is. I don't place a very high value in it. I do place a high value in communication, but not by having a phone attached to me every minute. Other things are equally important. Like solitude. Not connecting. Being quiet to recharge; like my phone, this is essential to me.
Having the choice is the point. Having the choice.
I think we forget this. I think we forget that we don't have to answer every text, every call; we don't have to let people know what we're doing every second any more than our parents and grandparents did. There's something freeing about using a phone for simple things like talking only when we need to. My kids will tell you that they hear from their dad a whole lot more than they hear from me--once he learned to text, he never went back. And don't get me started about Twitter!
I know I'm a dinosaur, and that someday people like me will be completely extinct. But in the meantime, will you raise your glasses to dinosaurs like me...if only for a moment.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go find that dang phone!