I got a Blackberry Bold smart phone. This snazzy handheld device replaced my old Samsung flip-top with its limited functionality–cumbersome SMS messaging, teeney tiny camera and so so call quality.
The message, ma’am. Just the message.
NOW I have a multi-tasking toy! I send messages by SMS text which pulls on the voice plan. I text messages by Blackberry Messenger (BBM) which pulls on the data plan. I check and respond to my emails, and I update my facebook status. Anywhere there is a Verizon-friendly tower I can tether my smart phone to my smart computer and download maps that I can actually read or upload my cemetery Blackberry-captured photos straight to my footnote pages. No more hunting for the nearest WiFi hotspot! I can have internet access anywhere I roam!
And I find myself growing increasingly annoyed by the ring tone, ignoring it, forcing real voices to leave messages to be retrieved later or convert their sounds into megabytes of text for immediate consumption.
What’s this?
I bought a smart phone and it made me dumb.
Enabling your reckless reclusivity sounds smart to me.
True! BUT I, the girl who had clandestine phone conversations from her bedroom closet every night of junior year, never imagined that a phone would leave me unwilling to speak! Ironic, no?