When I lost my phone last Friday, I panicked a lot less than I thought I would.
Don't get me wrong, the thought of spending $whoknowshowmuch to get my phone replaced makes me want to cry, or vomit, or both; but overall, I'm not distraught.
Part of me likes the idea of not having a phone––it's an attractive thought, not being readily accessible to other people.
Not that I don't like other people. I love (most...okay, some) people.
Also, not that I don't have three email addresses and a Facebook account anyway (three?! really, though, it's ridiculous).
But the same part of me that likes not having a phone also likes the idea of escaping to a remote cabin in the woods without internet, television, or cell phone coverage. And just reading.
I don't want this to turn into a "boo on technology" post.
Because I love playing Bejeweled Diamond Mine, watching Project Runway, and spending way too much time on Buzzfeed.
But on occasion, it's nice to have break from these things.
I think next time I want a break, though, I'll shut my phone off instead of losing it.