I still say it when I answer the phone. I’ve been saying “hello” way too long to stop now. Even though I know who’s calling. I could say anything I want. Only I don’t. I keep saying “hello.”
That’s when I pick up the phone. Which is getting more sporadic and less automatic. This is not just the case with me. People skip the human and listen to the message. If E. T. phoned home, maybe no one would answer.
As amazing as it may be, and as much as I appreciate all the features of my Blackberry (most of which I don’t know how to use), I’m not so sure I want to listen to music or watch TV or read books on my phone. I want to talk. And I think I’m starting to miss that part.
We don’t call anymore. We text. We email. We chat online. And by the way, I’m not complaining. Even though I AM complaining. I avoid phones like anyone else: they feel slow; out-dated. If I hear my own kids on the phone, I barely recognize their voices. LOL.
While the phone advances keep going forward, I’m thinking I might try going backwards. To reach out and touch someone a little more often than I’ve been doing.
It’s hopeless for me to keep up anyway. Because I’m hopeless. To me, applications will always be for jobs or colleges. And I’ll always be way behind the curve (although I’m informed enough to realize I just made a pun). I don’t have an iPhone yet; although I have to admit I’m impressed with a phone that can listen to a few bars of music and Name That Tune. But I’m way out of my league. While I’m still stuck on hello—the iPhone is farting.
I wonder what Alexander Graham Bell would make of that one.