Thursday, October 05, 2006
I am addicted to my blackberry. When it buzzes I cannot help myself ..... I must go read the message that has been delivered. I have no will-power. Instantly I must know who sent me the email.
Is it important? Often not. Is it interesting? blahhhh. Have I been invited somewhere fun? No. Is it spam? Too much spam, yes.
If I am asked a question in an email, I feel compelled to answer fast.
If a friend crosses my mind, I have in my hands the power to send them an email instantly.
How did society survive before wireless technology took over the planet?
When my father was my age in 1954 they only had the US Postal Service or Western Union to send written messages. No fax, Fed-Ex, email, etc.... They had telephones, but you could only reach someone who was at their desk. Heck, no voicemail....a real person had to take a message and write it by hand on those pink message pads. Oh, the insanity.
I have a friend who avoids email and cell phones on the weekends. I would go into withdrawals. Why would someone do that?
Oooops, gotta go. I just got an email.
Have A Great Day.
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