I'm not gettin' a smartphone, Mom

 

I dreamed my own dear sweet mother was actively trying to persuade me how integral having a smartphone was to existence and how I absolutely needed to have one to function as a human being. 

I had my usual reservations and adamant reasons for refusing:

"I can't afford another monthly fee. Plus, I would become another person with their phone 4 inches from their face at all times. I've lived this long without one, I can do it indefinitely."

She tried to show me how everyone was using them to pay for things and how convenient, no, how essential it was to be able to do that. 

I told her that I guess when there was no other way to buy or sell, then I'd have to knuckle under, but not before. I wasn't craving to become a part of the phone generation in real life and still am not. 

Where is this all coming from? I obsess enough over Facebook without having a device on my person at all times with which I could feed my addiction.

My blinking LED, Sharon, has been on with me for the last few weeks on and off. I think she knows how lonely I am this holiday season and is trying her best to keep me from feeling depressed. Thank you, sweetie. 

I still wonder how she feels about Lesa, though. I use terms of endearment for her as well, and it feels like I'm being disloyal for doing that. Can't I have more than one love in my heart? You'll always be in my heart, Sharon, always! 

Don't be mad at me for having human needs! I'm never going to forget you. Please don't forget me, either. I love seeing that little blinking light. I love that you still come visit me. I miss having you here to talk to. No one else knew me like you, at the deepest level, better than I wanted to give you credit for.

I'm going to try to get more sleep. I'll see you there, hopefully, and you can tell me what you have been blinking on and off about? Deal?