Yep. I am that selfish and that unimportant. I am not a bigshot of any kind nor am I responsible for much of anything. I don't need to be reachable and I like my space. Also, cell phones drive me up the frakking wall, across the ceiling, and down the other side. I hate how they give up on you. I hate how they distort voices. I hate how connections get wonky so everything turns to fuzz. I hate the size too. They're tiny. How can anyone bear to yap on those things for more than two minutes without a headset?
Quote: But there is also a smaller subset of adults who resist cellphones simply because they do not want them. They resent the way that ring tones, tiny keyboards and screens disrupt face-to-face conversation. They savor their moments alone and prize the fact that no one knows how to reach them.
But my favorite bit:
Painstaking?? That's PAINSTAKING???
Quote: The painstaking plans that people without cellphones must make to navigate the world show just how dependent the rest of us have become on our phones.
Ms. Mboya always picks a time and a landmark to meet friends and carries quarters in case she has to use a payphone.
You will never find a more pathetic planner than my husband and yet neither of us has a cell phone and both of us somehow managed to successfully naviagte the murky waters of courtship and dating all the way to the part where we said "I do." It's really not that hard. Just pick a spot and show up. Everything beyond that is soft. And if you have a phone card, you don't need quarters.
S did get himself a phone in case something happens while he's out on his motorcycle. Sometimes he even remembers to charge it and take it with him. I'm holding out completely - the one or two times a phone might have been handy for me I was in a place where there was no reception.
I hereby quit the planet. I'm taking my husband and my pets with me. See yaz on Mars or something.