Separation Side Effect
I have developed an unpleasant side effect to being apart from Steve for so long. I have become rude. I have become one of those people surgically attached to their cell phones.
I am not anti-cell phone. I am quite fond of my little "pinkberry" (so called because it's a Blackberry and it's pink - duh). But I find it very rude when people are gathered together and someone spends that time texting or otherwise fiddling with the mobile rather than being engaged with the people with them. That's why I try not to do it. Granted, I'm not perfect with it. When a bunch of us is gathered waiting for our 6 o'clock class to commence, I will take a call from Steve. But in my defense, it's usually because he's on his way home and we've not talked much all day. It's our chance to connect before I head off to class for three hours.
So I suppose it's not really a surprise that I've become a rude cell phone user now that I'm apart from Steve. It's the same mentality as the call before class. I take the time to connect with Steve then, and I use the phone to feel connected to him now. See, my phone has Windows Messenger on it, which is the instant message program Steve and I use to chat. Even though we aren't talking on it 24/7, we stay connected to it, because Steve has it on his phone, too. I find it a comfort to be in Messenger when Steve's in Messenger - even if we're not talking.
Which is what's made me so rude. My phone is with a fairly newish service. As such, coverage isn't fantastic and Messenger drops a lot. So I check the phone a lot to make sure it's still connected. Another problem is that when Steve does send me a message, the phone just vibrates. I don't always feel that, so I pull the phone out of my pocket a lot to make sure I've not missed anything. So between those two alone, I have my phone on me at all times and often in my hand. And, to top it off, if Steve does contact me, I answer him.
Like this past weekend. I was up in the Lakes with Jackie and Nick. Tina, John, and Kiara came over and we had dinner together and watched the telly. I sat the entire time with the phone either in my hand or next to me. And when Steve did message me, I answered right away. Now, often I'd share what Steve was saying with everyone and I never checked messages in the middle of talking to anyone. But still, it was a bit rude.
So, my apologies to everyone who has had to share me with my cell phone lately. Please understand that it's not because I can't stand being away from the Internet. It's because I can't stand being away from Steve. Fear not. This rudeness will disappear in just over two weeks.
I am not anti-cell phone. I am quite fond of my little "pinkberry" (so called because it's a Blackberry and it's pink - duh). But I find it very rude when people are gathered together and someone spends that time texting or otherwise fiddling with the mobile rather than being engaged with the people with them. That's why I try not to do it. Granted, I'm not perfect with it. When a bunch of us is gathered waiting for our 6 o'clock class to commence, I will take a call from Steve. But in my defense, it's usually because he's on his way home and we've not talked much all day. It's our chance to connect before I head off to class for three hours.
So I suppose it's not really a surprise that I've become a rude cell phone user now that I'm apart from Steve. It's the same mentality as the call before class. I take the time to connect with Steve then, and I use the phone to feel connected to him now. See, my phone has Windows Messenger on it, which is the instant message program Steve and I use to chat. Even though we aren't talking on it 24/7, we stay connected to it, because Steve has it on his phone, too. I find it a comfort to be in Messenger when Steve's in Messenger - even if we're not talking.
Which is what's made me so rude. My phone is with a fairly newish service. As such, coverage isn't fantastic and Messenger drops a lot. So I check the phone a lot to make sure it's still connected. Another problem is that when Steve does send me a message, the phone just vibrates. I don't always feel that, so I pull the phone out of my pocket a lot to make sure I've not missed anything. So between those two alone, I have my phone on me at all times and often in my hand. And, to top it off, if Steve does contact me, I answer him.
Like this past weekend. I was up in the Lakes with Jackie and Nick. Tina, John, and Kiara came over and we had dinner together and watched the telly. I sat the entire time with the phone either in my hand or next to me. And when Steve did message me, I answered right away. Now, often I'd share what Steve was saying with everyone and I never checked messages in the middle of talking to anyone. But still, it was a bit rude.
So, my apologies to everyone who has had to share me with my cell phone lately. Please understand that it's not because I can't stand being away from the Internet. It's because I can't stand being away from Steve. Fear not. This rudeness will disappear in just over two weeks.
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