Yesterday, as I sat down on the train to begin my morning horoscope ritual (which was a great experience as the last entry explains), I realized I had forgotten my mobile.
Rarely does this happen—I don’t usually forget things—but I could specifically remember plugging it in to charge and hiding it from Max (and myself, obviously).
Anyways, I normally find a day unintentionally without my phone to be quite relaxing—I can ignore people and stay in my own world without any guilt. Yet, this was the first time I forgot my phone since I upgraded to a cool little internet-abled, touch screen piece with a Qwerty keyboard.
This wasn’t just a day of missed calls.
I quickly discovered how accustomed I’d become to being online at the flip of a screen–and also how I might be in the minority for my age group.
I couldn’t check my horoscopes, my Gmail account, FB notifications or poke JMay (we’ve been at it since April 2008).
I couldn’t scan my Google reader for inspiring blog entries (Thanks Mike Collins), update the DRN twitter account or return the numerous text messages that beeped me to sleep the previous night.
And for the first time ever in my history of ‘phone-forgetting,’ I was not relaxed; I was at a loss.
In acknowledging this (sad) reality, I started scoping out other people’s phone habits.
I ride the LIRR so, without a doubt, about 85% of people are scrolling non-stop through their BlackBerrys. Yet, of those without a BB—both on the LIRR and around the city—most have just regular phones. A typical flippy mobile that dials, texts and possibly IMs.
Then, on the way home and back to the station this morning, I passed a number of HS and JHS students. The commonality between them?
All staring at a little plastic device typing with two thumbs as they walk down the street.
And I realized where I ‘mobiley’ fit in… with the under 18 crowd!!
(P.S. I wrote this on my phone on the train ride to work… extremely helpful in fulfilling my self-set daily blog challenge.)