By MICHAEL FRENCH
Once upon a time, there was life without cell phones! Yes, Virginia, it’s true.
From the get-go, I want to make one thing perfectly clear: I’m NOT anti-cellphone.
I have one of my own and I appreciate its usefulness in my everyday life.
These electronic wonders definitely have their utilitarian purposes. They are entertainment centers, and mass communication hubs. We rely on them to wake us up, organize our days, remind us about anniversaries, birthdays and waxing appointments, and store everyone’s phone number (some of which we probably should lose!). Thanks to cell phones, it’s easier to remain connected with the people we love. They help us complete “honey do” lists, are great business tools and are invaluable in an emergency. There are countless uses for the gadgets.
The warp speed of the cell phone’s evolution has only fueled the fire of our insatiable demand for immediate gratification. The photo you asked a handsome stranger to take moments ago of you and the gorgeous guy you just met at a Parisian night club, by just pressing a few buttons, can be on its way to a thousand of your closest friends all over the world. No matter whether one is sitting at the other side of a bar or in Timbuktu, thanks to the cell phone you can be reached by anyone, whenever, and wherever.
That being said, it’s become more of challenge to turn the world “off”, even in our own homes. The “moat of privacy” afforded to us, wherever we call home, is relentlessly being breached by “THE PHONE”. Like most of man’s creations, including cell phones, there can be too much of a good thing. Gee, just how DID we survive before it was taken for granted everyone did and “should” have a cell phone making us accessible 24/7? Are you a slave to your cell phone? Would you step over a fallen old lady because you’re so entrenched in your phone conversation? Is your phone a siren-like temptress you just cannot resist, no matter what you’re doing or who you’re with?
This “Baby Boomer” has laughed to himself many times hearing someone declare “I couldn’t live without my cell!” It’s alarming because they really believe what they’re saying!
As far as I can remember, the world “BC” (before cell phones) was a pretty wonderful place; I grew up in it. As much as I do appreciate my own phone and the conveniences it affords me, I know without a doubt I’d live very well if the cell phone suddenly didn’t exist anymore.
I do turn my phone OFF often when I get home. When I’m home, I like to “return” to a world “Before Cell Phones”. I have a drawer I put it in. I leave it there for at least an hour, just to give myself some “alone” time. I’m HOME, and good enough company for myself to not feel the need to be texting, “Googling”, etc. Give it a rest already! Hey, if I don’t hear the phone, I’m not refusing or even tempted to answer it. Right? I like, when I’m able, to choose the sounds I hear, like music or the cardinal’s song in my garden, or maybe even just, God forbid, no sound at all!
These feelings don’t make me anti-social, misanthropic or old fashioned. My cell phone does not sit next to me at the dinner table. When I’m home I like to do my gardening, bond with my dogs, write, or maybe just DO NOTHING but sit outside by the pool, listening to the fountains, the birds and the rustle of breeze blowing through the bamboo.
And, if I’m lucky enough, at home, I just might have a friend or special someone with whom I’ll have some precious time to share. It’s them who deserve my undivided attention.
Now, where did I leave my phone? Only kidding!
Michael French, is Agenda’s Home from Home columnist. Contact Michael at mf7954fla@gmail.com