This evening, upon walking from my humanities class in the JFSB to my Anatomy for Artists class in the H-Fac (about a 4-minute walk), I had a funny incident occur.
I needed to make a couple calls before my class started.
However, as I was got out my phone, I noticed that EVERY single person I passed was talking on a cell phone! I looked around, and realized that the vast majority of people were on their phones, in their own little wireless worlds, and it seemed as though no one was enjoying the sunset, cool breeze, or each stranger they passed.
For some reason, this was entertaining to me and I started to smile as my brows creased together in amusement. Stubbornly, my hand flipped MY phone back closed and I was determined that I wouldn't make the phone call...just to see if I could make contact with another person with simply a smile. And, because I refused to be caught as a victim to this merciless 2x4 inch electronic master I now clenched in my hand, as everyone else was doing. To no avail, though...all those I passed were engaged in conversation with an unseen companion as they walked along, via a little Verizon, Cricket, or AT&T box in their hand.
Two minutes later, my resolve fading, I shook my head and chuckled to myself, again flipping out my phone. After it started to dial, I looked up, just in time to glimpse a person passing me--a completely phoneless person--and then another right after him!
I couldn't say hi, though, because the recipient of my call answered and I started to talk. I did, however, feel a smile creep onto the corners of my mouth in irony.