“Naked on I-64″
My job requires me to go the Frankfort once a month. When almost halfway there I felt in my purse and realized my phone wasn’t there. I felt again. I touched my wallet, my Ipod, my business card holder, my digital camera – but no phone. OH NO! I immediately felt naked! It was as if all the clothes on my body had been removed at once and the world was looking at my vulnerable body. What was I going to do? I had traveled too far to turn around.
I was blessed (?) to have a cell phone provided by my work that does it all. My Motorola Q has a phone, text messaging, internet and email all in one. With just the punch of a button, the world is at my fingertips – except for today. I felt as if I were removed from society. What if missed that one important phone call? What if I got stranded on the expressway? Just what if? I continued driving and finally accepted the fact that there was nothing I could do. I realized how connected (literally) I had become to the phone and understood all of communications could be put on hold for several hours. I thought this was a good experience for me after all.
I turned on to my exit about 20 minutes later and in the distance heard a faint noise. I started to think I was temporarily going insane. I heard it again. It was the ringer on my phone. Am I hallucinating? There in the crease of the passenger seat sat my phone. My life’s problems had been solved. Although only inconvenienced for 20 short minutes, I realized how dependent I had come with my phone, which was pretty scary.
My phone and I have come to the decision that we will take some space from each other. Nothing permanent, just enough time to create our own identities and find a way to co-exist in a healthy relationship!
M.Y. October 2007