Why I Hate Cell Phones
I am current enough to know benefits of having these fancy iPhones and the like—get directions, find phone numbers, take pictures, etc… And as parent, I’m partial to the comfort of being available should the school or other caregivers need to contact me. I own a very simple cell phone, hand out the number infrequently and mainly view it as a device for urgent or emergency situations.
I sometimes wonder, “How did we ever live without them?” and “Do we really need to be available every waking minute?” I long for a quieter time when someone left a message on your answering machine at home and, when you could, you returned the call. Blessed simplicity.
So here are my three reasons why I hate cell phones.
1. MISSING THE MOMENTS
This summer I really noticed how attached people are to their phones. I was sad to see parents take their kids to the park, only to sit on a bench with their faces planted in that little screen. These parents miss out on the wonder of the moment that will only last a few fleeting years to answer a text, check Facebook, or whatever else you can do with your cell phone.
Despite the laws where I live, I still see people driving while texting or talking. It’s proven that the likelihood of an accident increases while engaging in these activities. Is it worth risking an accident where you could seriously injure someone?
And worse, I’ve seen people talking on their phones while riding their bikes. I like to cycle and it is dangerous out on roads… motor vehicle drivers are not careful enough around cyclists (that’s a rant for another day). And to add to the risks by talking on the phone? Not this girl.
3. THE RUDENESS FACTOR
Call me old-fashion, but I cringe when people toy with their phone at the dinner table. Don’t kid yourself, when you try to talk and play with your phone, you sound like a record that skips and jumps (yes, I used a record analogy…I MUST be old-fashion). Mealtime aside, if you are visiting someone, put that thing away and be with the people you are with.