As a certified anachronism, I use my cell phone only to make calls. It resides in my pocket until it is safe to call, which means outside the library, parked, or sitting comfortably. To my mind, all the other junk is distraction I don’t need.
GPS = I know where I am.
New destination = get a map and learn to read it.
Social media = why would I bother my friends with the minutiae of my daily life. After all, their lives are similar. Why would mine be anything special?
Beating your gums in public = irritation for those trapped at nearby tables or on bus seats or in stores.
Consideration for others = my first choice, not my last.
July 31, 2013