Blame the computer geek I’m married to, but I have always had one strong, unwavering belief about electronics. If you can’t figure out how to use them, run – don’t walk – them back to the store. If you don’t want to learn; you don’t deserve the taste of technology.
Don’t get me wrong, beginners can – and should – apply. But you have to walk up to it like a rookie to the Major Leagues, with a thrilling thirst for the adventure.
The phrase “I’m too old for this,” doesn’t apply if you’ll just give it a chance. It’s just a computer . . . a camera . . . a DVD player. If you aren’t willing to play with it, then honey, you are missing out.
So you’ll excuse me if I call you on my cell phone and you can’t hear a word. Excuse me if I hang up on you when I should be answering your call.
I’m still learning . . . and playing. And I’ll cop to feeling old when I watch a teenager, thumbs a flying, texting their best friend, flipping the phone and seemlessly answering a call from Mom.
Especially when I find out Mom texts.
That’s what life in a no man’s land of cellular service will do to you. It will let you fall behind the times because there seems little point in an upgrade that won’t, well, really upgrade.
But now it’s here. A cell phone with speaker phone. With texting. With a camera.
With everything that makes me go huh, and makes me hungry to test it out.
Another confession – there’s been a little blue icon of a cell phone with an arrow beside it on my phone for days. I can’t figure out how to get rid of it, but it isn’t for lack of trying.
I’ve checked my texts, my e-mails, my drafts folder, my voice mails. I’ve done the visual voice mail, so the entire world has heard my father-in-law asking where we were, MADE calls.
There’s just one thing I won’t do.
I’m not calling in the computer geek I married to fix my phone. I’m going to figure this one out myself, sometime before the next mobile upgrade.
Flickr photo by C y r i l l i c u s