Smart Phone? I Want A Dumb Phone

I’m over the ‘Smart Phone’ phenomenon.  Four months I have had one of these mini-computers, and I have to say that two things have occurred.  1) The novelty has worn off; and 2) The addiction and dependence has fully set in.  That is why the little sucker needs to go.  I am always playing with the son of a bitch, and really, it’s only a matter of time before I kill someone while driving with the damn thing.

Speaking of killing someone, I hit my first cyclist while driving a few weeks ago.  Happy belated birthday TW.  I was down in Santa Barbara to meet up with FC for an abbreviated surf trip, and while pulling over for FC while he missed a turn (presumably after eye-screwing a native Santa Barbara-an, I knocked a cyclist to the pavement.  Needless to say it was a terrifying few moments until I discovered that outside of a half pint of blood lost, the man was relatively intact.   (Can’t say the same for my pocketbook).

Fortunately for my psyche, I wasn’t texting, navigating, or playing Pac Man when I leveled the guy.  That would have introduced a level of shame that would have sat with me for a long, long time.  But it easily could have gone that way, and that is why my next phone is going to be the dumbest fucking phone possible.  

 I’m over it folks.    


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