:: Phone Stuff ::
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If anybody sees me making a call on my cell, please take away my phone, smack me silly, and prevent me from racking up more minutes than I can afford on my phone bill. I've already had two calls that lasted more than half an hour each, and I still have to stretch my plan to the 10th of December. I think I should sell my almost-brand-new-but-definitely-overused headset. Heck, I'm sure I can sell it for more than enough to cover my phone bill.
I can't help it, though. I just love talking on the phone. I just love talking - period. I just love being so wrapped up in conversation, over the phone, over beer, or over seven hours long. There is something so... just something that feels so good about having somebody else's (almost) undivided attention - something about focusing entirely on another person. I don't know... I just love it.
This now leads me to text. I get complaints from people about my not replying to texts. I guess I'm really just not fond of it. It is useful, I'll admit to that, but I still don't like it. First of all, it's a whole lot easier to call than to text, albeit more expensive. Secondly (pet peeve: people who say "Second of all"), it's impersonal. It really is there more for convenience. A telegram forced people to be as witty as they could be in as few words as possible. A handwritten note, at least, is something tangible. A phone call lets you hear the other person's voice. I have to admit that I do keep some messages that I've found touching, but for the most part, SMS is really just a fairly cheap form of communication. Now, I don't know if most of this paragraph made sense, but the point is, I don't like SMS. I could do without it.
21:54 | view comments
If anybody sees me making a call on my cell, please take away my phone, smack me silly, and prevent me from racking up more minutes than I can afford on my phone bill. I've already had two calls that lasted more than half an hour each, and I still have to stretch my plan to the 10th of December. I think I should sell my almost-brand-new-but-definitely-overused headset. Heck, I'm sure I can sell it for more than enough to cover my phone bill.
I can't help it, though. I just love talking on the phone. I just love talking - period. I just love being so wrapped up in conversation, over the phone, over beer, or over seven hours long. There is something so... just something that feels so good about having somebody else's (almost) undivided attention - something about focusing entirely on another person. I don't know... I just love it.
This now leads me to text. I get complaints from people about my not replying to texts. I guess I'm really just not fond of it. It is useful, I'll admit to that, but I still don't like it. First of all, it's a whole lot easier to call than to text, albeit more expensive. Secondly (pet peeve: people who say "Second of all"), it's impersonal. It really is there more for convenience. A telegram forced people to be as witty as they could be in as few words as possible. A handwritten note, at least, is something tangible. A phone call lets you hear the other person's voice. I have to admit that I do keep some messages that I've found touching, but for the most part, SMS is really just a fairly cheap form of communication. Now, I don't know if most of this paragraph made sense, but the point is, I don't like SMS. I could do without it.