Just got home from the gym (which doesn't happen too often) and was excited about checking my email. Then I remembered that I have a Blackberry and already receive emails away from home. What's the point of coming home? I like my dogs and occassionally get to see my wife there... but really?
I'm old enough to remember life without cell phones. It was beautiful. You could go out and not worry about people bothering you. Sure it was inconvenient for when you wanted to make a call. But that was the beauty of it, you don't need to make most of the calls you do, you just want to. Fifteen years ago, you just didn't make the call. It's difficult to explain to people who don't know life without cell phones, but coming home to see that red light blinking on your answering machine was exciting. Who called? I don't know (because there' s no caller ID yet). Let's push play and find out. It was like a season-ending cliff hanger episode every time you came home. Bad news? Maybe. Good news? Awesome. Hot chick that you left a message on her machine earlier in the day? Really Awesome!
Then the cell phone came along and took that little joy in life away. Sure, you could just not carry a cell phone and keep nothing but a land line. Yeah right. Might as well move to central Pennsylvania and live with the Amish.
Now the smartphone has taken away email. I'll over it. And I still have my couch at the house to look forward to.
That's all. Move along people. Nothing to see here.
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