Disconnected.

And I mean for real, y’all.  My iPhone decided to take a little summer dip into my coffee yesterday morning which resulted in some major sailor talk from me and some head shaking from Husband.

Typically when I take time off from work or go on a trip (especially one that involves changing a data plan) I am rarely on my phone. We have a family rule of no social-media’ing (or documenting) a trip while we’re on it.  We like to keep it personal…we take the trip with who we want to be with and we can show everyone where we went later.

So you would think that this would be an easy thing to manage. Everyone in the last 24 hours that I’ve told has said “That must be kind of nice!”  Well you know what it is? Frustrating.  If I were on vacation with all of my peeps I would be just fine. But I’m not and it’s very strange to not have a home phone, desk phone at the office (which I don’t have), or a mobile phone.  Freeing, sure, but a little unnerving at the same time.

It definitely has me thinking back to ye olden days of my youth when having a cell phone wasn’t really a thing.  In fact (now I’m going to age myself), I didn’t have a cell phone until my senior year of high school. And car phones were one of those things that were really expensive and you didn’t make a call unless you wanted to hear your dad say “Ok just tell me where you’re going and let’s get off this damn phone!” They were much like the airphones on planes….and you don’t even want to hear my story about that.  It involves a 2.5 hour flight and chatting with my mother the entire time. Another note: they don’t even have these anymore.

How did we get so attached to being connected?  I grew up my entire youth with my parents not knowing where I was. Or just trusting that I was where I told them I was going. (If you know me…I was.)  So the thought of not being able to reach your child at this point seems totally insane. (Much less your spouse, friends, family, etc.) But the counter thought of someone not old enough to drive having a cell phone also seems crazy to me.

So you can see why it’s very strange for me to be bugging out about not having a phone when half my life I didn’t have one, didn’t know what texting was, and someone not showing up somewhere just meant you had to wait it out.  Or hope that they checked their home answering machine.  Apparently gone are those days, my friends. We are officially slaves to our phones, whether we’d like to admit it or not. (Seriously…if you think you aren’t just drop your phone in the pool and see how you do.)

In other news…well, there really isn’t any.  Something about the Tony’s, and some prisoners escaping, and more FIFA drama. I don’t really know, I don’t have a phone.

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