Sometimes I really hate my cell phone.
We don’t have a regular telephone anymore, just cell phones. It drives my dh up the wall that I rarely have mine accessible. It’s usually buried in my purse where I can’t hear it, or still plugged into the charger while I’m gallivanting about town. He likes to leave me threatening messages on it when I don’t answer.
I’m not sure why I don’t like it. I carry it with me when I know that I absolutely must have it (like when the dutchkid is at preschool and they might call me to tell me she has a serious injury) but otherwise I just… forget. And sometimes? I hear it ring and I don’t answer. Just because.
Maybe it’s my passive agressive streak? Maybe I have early onset Alzheimer’s? Maybe I’m too much of a free spirit? I don’t know, but everytime my dh nags me about it I feel like I’m 16 again and rolling my eyeballs out of my head.
Am I the only one who does this? Maybe I’m too much of a throwback to the olden days when we used to have phones that were attached to the wall (shocking I know). It took dh years to convince me to go to the “no house phone” plan. I think it’s a good lesson in patience. Everybody is so used to being able to reach anyone, anytime.
Well anyone except me, that is. And if you are one of the lucky few who actually have my number, (don’t laugh, my mother-in-law didn’t have it until a few months ago), if you call me and I don’t answer, don’t take it personally. It’s just my one woman protest against The Man. I mean, the phone.
I HATE that people feel like we should all be accesible every moment of every day. I am famous for being hard to reach. But sometimes I just don’t feel like talking. That’s why we have voicemail and text messages. Right?
I am *infamous* for not answering my phone. My friends and family have adjusted to it, they know that sometimes I just don’t feel like talking.
What’s funny is that I *must* have my phone with me at all times, even though I avoid answering it. Not that is weird!
Good luck reaching me on my cell phone. Brian doesn’t even own one. We have one “family” cell phone that is pay as you go–so I don’t use it often. You want to reach me–call me or email me. I do tend to answer the phone when I’m home. I hate the mystery of not knowing who’s calling me.
You are not alone. Until I took up with this soldier character, I rarely even had my cell phone turned on, let alone with me. Then he deployed, and I suddenly carried my phone everywhere — and resented it. My basic misanthropy makes me a terrible candidate for being constantly accessible.
Your post made me smile. I don’t even HAVE a cell phone! Gasp! My reason? Same as yours – I don’t WANT people to be able to reach me (honestly, I think 90% of the calls people make on cell phones are unneeded – when I was a teenager/college age, we all got along fine without cell phones. It’s called “planning ahead”.). Also, I am much too predictable – everyone (who matters, that is) knows my routines and knows where I am any given time of the day. If I’m out, leave a message! I’ll call you when I feel like it
Leave me alone.
John has been trying to get me to buy a cell phone so we can get rid of the house phone, but I have been stubbornly refusing for years.
Bette- I can’t even believe that I wrote this post without thinking about the during deployment aspect! That’s even worse, carrying the dumb thing everywhere, constantly vigilant, and then answering thinking it *might* be him and then it’s someone else.
Your post made me laugh! I have a cell phone, but I am going to be downgrading to a pay as you go phone. We still have a land line, and I really prefer talking on that. Sometimes I can chat when I am out and about, but mostly, I am busy. Besides, I doubt that anyone wants to hear my phone conversations. I do admit that it is nice for those “Hey, son, can you check and see how much milk we have in the fridge?” moments.