I hate telephones. I hate calling and I hate receiving calls. They are an absolute last resort for me. I hate cell phones more. I hate having to carry one around; it’s uncomfortable in my hand and uncomfortable in my pocket. I hate having one more thing to worry about losing or forgetting some place some where. BUT I recognize the need for telephones in this day and age and it’s difficult to survive without them. Especially in Amman for some reason. Although in Toronto I’ve managed to survive 5 years without a cell phone thank God.
There are more things I hate about cellphones such as this compulsive need everyone suddenly has to have lengthy discussions about models and prices and customizations every single minute. The fact that the cellphone has become a topical issue, a conversational centerpiece, disturbs me. I hate camera phones and people clicking anything that moves these days.
But here’s what I hate the most, what irritates me the most, the point of this specific post of my current discontent:
Everywhere I go now, whether Toronto or Amman or Amsterdam or London or where have you: people are walking around talking on their phones. Mostly young people but nevertheless, generally people.
And wherever I am, whether at work, in a class, on a bus, people are having lengthy conversations: in other words it’s not a 1 minute “don’t forget to buy milk” type of conversation, it’s more like a soap opera dialogue. Everywhere people are talking for the longest time in public about the oddest things. On a public bus in Toronto I overhear a hundred conversations about who did what, when, where and why.
Naturally my curiosity is driven to ask the obvious question: is there so much to talk about in our lives that we have to do it practically every minute of the day? Are our lives that rich and full that we have an abundance of stories to tell?
I mean rarely have I had a phone conversation that has lasted over 10 minutes (excluding family calls from overseas). I can sum up my whole week in 10 minutes and rarely do I make a call that serves no purpose. Yet I’m blown away by people who go on and on and on about the most mundane things for an hour…in public…and loudly.
For the life of me, I wish I knew what they were talking about that deserved so much dedication of time, energy and credits.