September 3, 2008
FUN FACT: I almost never have my cell phone with me.
Jared and I have been cell phone carriers for approximately two-and-a-half years, and within that span of time I'd estimate that I've had my phone on my person for--I don't know--7% of the time?
If it's not lost, then it's fallen in the toilet. If it hasn't fallen in the toilet, then I probably backed over it. And if I haven't backed over it, then I simply have no darn-freaking clue where in the crap it is. It's as simple as that.
People are like--Amy, How can I get in touch with you?
And I'm like--You can't.
And they're all--But what if we need to talk?
And I'm all--We don't.
Currently, as you might have gathered, my cell phone is lost--it's been gone for about two weeks now. Three days ago, when I was playing with James in the driveway, I heard it give off what seemed to be it's last low battery signal.
After carefully processing that clue, I deducted that my phone was either A) in my car, or B) in the garage.
Except it wasn't. I looked and looked and cleaned and cleaned and it didn't turn up in either place. I think the old girl is gone for good, and I'm totally, completely okay with that. The socialphobic part of me never liked it much anyways.
I have an irrational fear of phones, like I'll pick it up and say--Hello?
And the person on the other end will be like--I was just calling to let you know that you look like a fraggle with your new haircut.
It's needless to say that I've been enjoying my time without a phone and without my intense and unexplainable fear of rejection creeping up everytime it plays the Charles in Charge theme song.
So if you need to reach me, please use my email address. I'll return your message just as soon as I come back from my Improving Self Esteem workshop.