I had a dream that a hippie man was giving me grief about my flip phone. He'd fought in Vietnam and he was looking at me as if I was un-American. He layed it on pretty thick without having to say much.
I really do have a flip phone. I keep it for emergencies, in case my car breaks down, or for the rare occasion when I need to make a phone call. I don't like talking on the phone, and texting riles me up after a while, especially if the texts are coming in rapid fire.
I rarely if ever bring my phone out in public. I keep it in my pocket. From time to time I'll feel for it, and grab hold of it as a sort of security blanket. Or check the time. But that's it. I don't bring it out partly out of embarrassment and partly because when I do bring it out, people make a fuss over it. Is that a flip phone? Yep. It's like owning a Blackberry or something. It's nostalgic.
If you find that you're using your phone too much, and you're that person in the cafe that is talking loudly and obnoxiously to seemingly no one, and you want to change your ways, buy a flip phone. You'll never talk on the phone in public again. And all the people looking at you with disgust will be nice to you. And your life will be happy again for ever and ever. I swear to god.
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