One of us! One of us!
I swore for the longest time that I wouldn’t get one. Didn’t want to be that accessible. Didn’t want to be “that guy” at the poker table. Didn’t want to have to answer email in traffic. I had myriad reasons not to get one of these little things.
Yet, here I sit, tapping away on the wee little keycaps, holding the little thing in my hands, looking like a devout high priest of technology. Sigh.
I can just hear the cackling of some of my friends, likely holding their own little oracles over their heads, shouting maniacally, “ONE OF US! ONE OF US!” while dancing around the fire. This town is run by them, their little cult of availability, and I feel that I’ll just have to play along a little more.
* This post sent from my CrackBerry wireless handheld *
*cackles*
Come here my pretty.
*stokes 7100, looks lovingly at 8700g*
Welcome! Welcome to the cult sir! No, for real, though, you’ll go through psycho phase of lookign all the time, being obnoxious (because you know no better what to do), and then at some point you break down, put up boundaries, and it just becomes like another thing you have to take care of.
Most people I know went through this (there should be BB shrinks or something…), and I did. The stupid thing used to OWN me. Now, I have the following boundaries: the bb does NOT leave my house from the time I get home Friday until Monday morning. I can look at it while I’m home on the weekends but that’s really not that much. Also, it ALWAYS stays on silent – I will not be a Pavlov dog to a buzz:). Third, although this is the one I violate – when I do errands on a weeknight I leave it at home unless I’m expecting there’s something going on that I’ll need to respond to.
Phew, I wonder how much that session would have cost with a professional….
Please Stacy – teach the weak.
*dives for BB as light flashes red*