Gettin’ with the Times

For the longest time, I held out on getting a cell phone. I got my first one when I was 20. That wasn’t TOO unheard of 10 years ago, but it sounds super old now when it seems that babies come out of the womb with a congenital cell phone. Now I don’t even have a landline. Haven’t since I moved away from Newbern in 2004.

And then came the texting, which I refused to do. At first. I was all, “If you want to tell me something, call me.” People would text me with a question and I would call them back with the answer. I was 100% antitext. Then a few years ago I went to a three-week training course for work and sat in a classroom all day (BOOOOOOOORING!!!). The only thing to do to keep yourself awake was to text your classmates. That warmed me up to the idea of texting. Then I got good at it. And now I can text with the best of them. It’s to the point now that I actually detest talking on the phone. I’ve been known to ignore my ringing phone only to text the caller a minute later to ask them what they wanted. Pitiful? Yes.

And what came after texting? Smart phones. Oh, the glorious smart phones. An all-in-one cell phone, laptop, mp3 player, GPS, camera, and camcorder with an app to do everything imagineable. But since the very first time I heard the terms “data plan” and “3G” I have said that I would NEVER pay an extra $30 a month to have a cell phone that does the things that my $60-a-month internet at home already does. I swore I would get a Jitterbug before I got a smart phone.

Never say never, folks.

My love my new Droid Incredible .

How did I ever check facebook, decide where to eat, find walking directions to my next door neighbor’s house, or know what the weather was like without it?