Let’s talk phones. Not talk ON the phone but about phones. Actually talking on the phone time is descending like the US birth rate is going down. Apparently people are spending more time fondling their phone than their partner. Texting, instagram, photography, twitter and all the other myriad functions phones can execute far overshadows its original use. Talking on the phone is sooo passé, darlin’. Listen up. Amazingly I do have a point to make, which is not always the case, since I don’t see the point of always having to make a point.
My past job involved people –face to face, on the phone, via email and correspondence delivered daily by the postman. So when I crossed my threshold in the evening, the well was dry and my psyche was parched for solitude. Get on the phone while ensconced in the safe haven of my home? Get out! Watch TV with irritating interrupting commercials? Are you nuts?
However now immersed in the Retirement Life, I’m free to set and reset my pace button. Stimulation is no longer flowing in flash flood style. The upshot? I’m using my phone more—-and more—-and more. Or maybe this is a Stephen King novel and my phone is using me? Now It’s my main point of contact with people. I text, connect via Facebook, check my email, catch up on the news, ask Google question after question.
Some of you might be looking askance and thinking—Yeah, so what’s the problem? Here is where I admit I pointed my finger at people who were constantly using their phone. Look at those hapless people who are addicted to their phone of all things. What is going on with our world. Blah. Blah. Blah. NOW I’m worried. Am I hapless addicted person too? Then it happened, the famous moment of truth. I left the house for a day long trip and forgot my phone. Even though my traveling companion had her phone in case of emergencies, I experienced separation anxiety. It was a day of cold turkey and realizing I had morphed into one of the ‘hapless people’.
Needless to say, sugar is a sure fire way out of despair. A sense of humor is a life line also, but sometimes a person just has to chew on things. Pun intended and yes I’m typing and chuckling at my own joke. Well it’s better than checking my phone for messages.
Looking at all these wonderful desserts has enhanced my sense of well being already—- and wow if I ate all these my phone guilt would disappear completely. Probably because it would be hiding behind my newly extra substantial thighs.