Life, Writing


I don’t have a smartphone.

I don’t have an iPhone either.

I have a simple flip phone and every couple of months I have to put money on it for it to be active. Oftentimes I forget and have to call the company to re-activate the phone before adding the money.

People are shocked when they learn this. They can’t comprehend that there’s a human in the world that doesn’t have a cell phone that has the world at the fingertips.

I don’t mind. Not really. I don’t need the world at my fingertips. I only have a cell phone in case of an emergency. My mom and a couple of close friends know my number just in case something goes wrong and I need them.

I’m sure that most people in the world has that one piece of technology that they refuse to take part in and the cell phone’s mine. If you want to talk to me, call me on my landline. Or can you can message me through my social media and I will get to either eventually. You don’t need me at my fingertips. You don’t need to be a hold of me for every second of the day. Unless a family member or myself is dying or seriously ill, then whatever you have to say isn’t that important.

It will reach me eventually.