In Korea I didn't have a cell phone. No one could reach me at all hours of the day and I couldn't reach them. When I went on the bus or subway, that was where I was and no one could find me.
Yes I missed being able to call friends and family but when I came back to the States I realized something...
I hated my cell phone. It would ring and I would look at it, silence the ringer and let it go to voicemail. Into the recesses of the voicemails I never check. I would only answer it when "Daddy" or "Mama" or "Jason" would show up on the caller ID. I just didn't want to answer it.
I've gotten better, but I still hate my cell phone. It rings and rings when I just want some time alone. Some time to pull back from everything. Of course, there are times when names appear and I pick them up right away, eager to talk, but since coming back from Korea, I find the desire for a cell phone dwindling.
Everyone has access to me all the time because it's my only phone. No house phone so all calls go there. And dare I turn it off and if there was an emergency no one could reach me. (That does sound tempting.) And of course I toy with the idea of getting another number that only the few know of so that I won't dread the calls, but that seems irrational.
I was reminded of my cell hpone hate when yesterday my cell phone was forgotten in my purse and I looked at it this morning, dreading what calls and texts I might have missed... only to find I had missed nothing and the relief that came with that feeling.
