The day the Earth stood still was two weeks ago when my son’s Smart phone decided on it’s own to dummy down and quit.
I learned this had happened through his sister who Stumbled upon his Facebook message to a friend commenting that: “His Phone Died”.
I am grateful that my sons lines of communication are open to his thousands of Facebook friends and refuses to add his mother as a bosom buddy. He does not want (me) to be privy to his status while away at college. He thinks his mother will spend her days stalking, (or creeping as they say), on his infamous site, where the Full Monty of Freshman life is displayed and revered. Like I have time for that. OK, I sneak a peak every so often when Facebook isn’t looking. I have eyes in the back of my FACEbook.
It’s amazing how this generation ( xyz?) seem to run amok when an electronic is on the fritz. It’s as if one of their brain waves collide with an HD air-wave and severed the wireless connection that adheres the Smart phone to their palm, resulting in their opposable texting thumbs to short circuit. Ive seen those thumbs work that virtual keyboard like greased lightening, while sucking down Kentucky fried wings. Those thumbs slip- slidin’ on the screen not missing a beat of LOL or TTYL or POS. ( Parent Over Shoulder).
My son programmed his smartie phone messages to modulate the night- watchman in a Navy ship yard. It sounds off with two bells every time a text is received. In the olden days of sailing , watches were timed by a thirty minute hour glass and bells would be struck every time the glass was turned. My son watches the glass of his phone every second, all day and all night, no matter which way its facing.
I hear his phone clanging in a Bell pattern of pairs :
Morning Watch: ding-ding
Forenoon Watch: ding-ding-ding
Afternoon Watch: ding-ding-ding-ding
Night Watch: ding-ding-ding-ding-ding
WEE -Hours- While- Family Members- Sleep-Watch: DING – DAMNITY- DING.
I lie and wonder for whom the Bells Toll every second as my sons phone shouts out a “new message received”. What news is so urgent to be shared every minute of the day and night amongst his mates. And now, here he sits with his dead phone, and I wonder ; what could possibly be going on in his head now that his entire fleet of friends are unable to reach him and text their one syllable messages.
I have witnessed he and his crew hanging out and barely speaking in full sentences to each other. I have watched as this collegiate Armada sit around in silence dancing their opposable thumbs across their phones as a multitude of ships bells chimed in unison…sounding alarms….signaling functional and ceremonial uses of considerable significance as to whether one of them scored a date for the night.
I think about when I was his age and the readiness of communication while out and about, was finding a working payphone. In my day, there wasn’t a lot of emphasis on repetitive contact with one another. If you had something to say, or relative info to convey, you dialed a number,got to the point, and made your arrangements.
There was no need to go back and forth with responses, you knew what to do and when and where to do it. There was no need to hold twenty people on the line to confirm what dress you were wearing to the dance. There was no need to speak every minute to someone via the phone as we were all speaking in PERSON when we got together. If everyone related all their conversations ahead of time we would have nothing to talk about when we congregated. Well, well, well..maybe that explains why my son and his friends are silent when they assemble. They are TEXTED-OUT, OVER-MESSAGED, PINGED TO THEIR LAST WORD.
I will say my son’s faulty phone may have prevented future last minute changes in his life, but all in all he handled being cell-less quite well. I half expected him to come off his Buzz with certain side affects, maybe a possible cellular detox causing a network disruption and a communication breakdown of his opposable thumbs, therefore rendering him speechless.
There was a day or two of minor moping and staring at his thumbs trying to figure out their future should texting become obsolete while his phone is incommunicado. It didn’t take long for him to wander over and pick up the controls to his ill forgotten Xbox collecting dust and play a childhood game or two. I’m sure its to keep his opossable thumbs conditioned until his phones replacement battery arrives……
…….in 5 to 7 business days…..
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