Red Light Blues

So, despite my initial disdain at the idea of a Blackberry, somehow the cosmos came together and I ended up with one. All of my friends had one and insisted that I HAD to have one. It can do everything! It can open attachments (which is admittedly my one of my favorite capabilities of this smart phone), alert you when you received emails, facebook updates and tons of other things.

Now, my gut was against all of this. The idea of everyone being able to reach me so readily made me uneasy. I'm still nostalgic about the days when you left the house and didn't think about who was trying to reach you until you came home and hit the button on the answering machine.

But, I told myself that I could resist. That I could use the phone in moderation. I wouldn't be a slave to this device. That lasted for about a week. Just long enough for me to figure out how that darn thing worked. And then...it was a wrap!

Now, every time I turn around I'm looking at my phone to see if that incessant red light is blinking. And when it isn't, I'm pushing every button...sure that there must be a mistake. It's been entire 5 minutes and someone must have sent me a text, an email, or written on my facebook wall. At minimum, someone must have commented on my status or updated theirs...right? Someone had to have posted a note or shared the fact that they were washing their hair? Walking their dog? Preparing dinner? Shopping? Right...and all of these things matter to me because...

THEY DON'T. They shouldn't! They didn't a short while ago.

I'm putting myself on punishment. I'm using my phone to make and receive calls and to send and receive texts for an entire week. Wish me luck!