I begin to wonder what a world without
cellphones would be like. I decide to call my mother and ask her (she
doesn't own a phone, she's the only person I know who doesn't!), she
challenges me to a weekend without my phone. I immediately think the
worst; What if my crush tries to call, and on not speaking to me,
finds someone else to like? What if I win that competition I entered
early in the week at Foodtown and I miss out on a lifetime supply of
chocolate? What if my ad agency calls with a $10,000 ad deal? How
will I survive!?
I am convinced that it would be an
interesting challenge and agree to go on a "phone famine".
My rules were:
-
My phone had to be switched off
and left alone
-
I couldn't tell anyone about my
plan
Saturday
10.30am, I wake up, and as
promised turn my phone and put it in my top drawer.
10.45am I make breakfast with my
flatmates. Everything's going ok, but it has only been 15minutes
though.
11.30am I'd normally be texting
someone to arrange Saturday coffees. Not this Saturday.
12.30am Starting to feel a bit
lonely after I realise I don't have anyone's number written in my
address books!
1pm I decide to go to Dominion
Rd Video Ezy and hire some DVDs, hoping to see someone I know on the
way.
2pm I've seen no one on my
travels but I've got some really good DVDs and would love to text my
friend Sarah who's been wanting to see Trainspotting again. Sigh.
1.30pm I watch Spellbound,
Trainspotting and What the Bleep Do We Know.
7.30pm After several attempts I
finally remember my friend's number. She's not home. I can't
leave a message as I don't even know my own home number.
8pm She finally answers and is
annoyed at me for not texting her back "I've been texting you all
day". She had wondered if I wanted to see Dark Knight with her.
Dammit!
8.30pm I tidy my room, wash my
sheets and clean the house. It's a Saturday night. Hello!
9.30pm I watch Mighty Boosh
12am I head to bed, before I go
to bed I realise I don't have an alarm. With no one home, and no way
of contacting anyone except my parents, I choose to rely on my
"internal alarm clock". Hrmm. I shower and get my clothes ready
for work tomorrow.
Sunday
8.25am, I wake up, thank
goodness!
8.45pm As I leave the house and
walk to work, I realise my Sunday morning walk always involves text
messages to my sister with a 6 month old daughter. Clementine is one
of the only people I know up and about early on a Sunday morning.
9am I begin work. I'm the best
employee, no sneaky text messaging in the store room today!
12.30pm Break time, with no
phone I read the paper.
5.30pm: I finish work and with
no plans ask my colleague to go to the pub. She apologies for being
"anti-social", yet continues texting throughout the 3 pints. I
promise myself I'll never do the same. 7.30pm I head home
and begin my 30minute countdown.
8pm Lighting up has never been
so satisfying, beep beep. Music to my ears!
In conclusion
The house is as tidy as ever and I'm
feeling bright and refreshed. But I have no tales to tell to my
friends on Monday morning, I love my phone and at $10 a month, feel
it's a cheap addiction. And who said anything about cancer!?
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