We’re all guilty of it. Being a technology tramp, that is. You know that one person in your life that is more guilty of it than others. If you don’t know who that “one person” is…then it’s more than likely you. I hate to say it. But we all think it. And for those of you who know me…you know that I am the queen of saying out loud what everyone else keeps to themselves.
It’s one of my pet peeves. It literally drives me nuts. I hate people who cannot stay away or off of their phones for two seconds.
You know that ones I’m talking about. The ones that sit in front of the television with their cell phone glued to their hand. (Side note: Pick your poison! TV or cell phone? I’m not going to allow you to have both. You don’t NEED both of them!) Or the couple out to dinner at a fancy-schmancy restaurant…both on their cell phones. And don’t you find it a little bit ridiculous that when you go the movies there is an ad that tells you to silence your cell phone and not to text? You paid $300 to go to the movies and you’re distracted by the text message your friend just sent you or explaining to your girlfriend what happened when you took Precious Puss to the vet’s office earlier in the day? Wait until you get home. That’s unnecessary!
Picture it. Sicily. 2010. In the last apartment complex I lived in. I saw a woman who was in the pool on her iPhone with a child with her. The child was probably about three or four, splashing around and enjoying life, while the mother was on her cell phone. I should also mention that she had a tattoo of the word “judgement” on her rib cage. Spelled just like that…..two strikes for her…..
Whatever happened to going out to dinner and sitting down with your loved ones and having a real discussion? When I was growing up we ate every single meal together. My mom made a sit-down meal every single night and we had dinner. Together. And we all helped get dinner ready. We talked to each other while we were preparing dinner. And we talked to each other while we were at the table. And we talked to each other while we were cleaning up…I have provided the definition of “talk” below.
To be fair, he was reading those comics as I was working on setting up my new computer. It was a lazy Sunday and we were just kinda hanging out. There’s a time and a place for everything. Being on the phone with one person when you’re having a conversation with someone else in person – not the time or place. Being on the phone with one person and having a conversation with them – perfectly okay. It’s all in the details, people!