“Are you sure?”
I nodded. In truth I didn’t know if I was sure. I had grown so dependent on it that I wasn’t sure if I could go through with it.
“Oh… look. You’re eligible for an upgrade.”
The newer, possibly smarter, smartphone was silver and sleek. No buttons. Just a touch screen. It was so shiny and metallic, I could feel myself being drawn to it like a magnet.
What was happening to me? I did not need this gadget. I did not have a cell phone for the first twenty-six years of my life. R and I only got one (yes, one!) after M was born so that I could leave our apartment for a few hours at a time yet only be a phone call away if M needed to be breastfed. A decade later I need to have internet access and the ability to check my email at all times of the day? Granted I am an important person without the important (paying) job but did I really need those things?
I thought I did. Seriously.
That is, until a couple of months ago when I realized that having three cell phones along with our calling plan and my data package was costing us almost two hundred dollars a month!
I went into the cell phone store and asked to downgrade our plan. The phone rep analyzed our minute usage and saw that we didn’t use that many minutes. (See? Not everyone wants our money.) And then I took a deep breath. I said, “I need to downsize my Blackberry too.”
I do admit that I went through internet withdrawal and eventually remembered I could do what I used to do before the age of cell phones AND BRING A BOOK WITH ME. I felt pretty silly remembering that but how often do we lose ourselves in our phones when we could be connecting with others right next to us?
Okay, that never happens to me. I am always talking to someone. Anyone. I know it embarasses R and I know it’s REALLY bad since now it embarasses M.
But honestly, I was at the point where I would see the icons for messages and/or emails and I ABSOLUTELY HAD to check. Ridiculous, right?
I still have the hankering to check Facebook every day but can usually ignore the need until later in the week. I now check my email once or twice a day instead of every time I look at the screen. I feel like I can breathe easier as well.
And it feels awesome.