Reflections of my sensory overload…
There are so many things in life that bombard our senses with garbage. The household telephone came into our homes and allowed strangers to interrupt our lives attempting to make money, to make a prank, or any number of other things, mostly garbage. The phone did “connect”people, however, with a price.
Decades later the advent of a cellular phone entered our lives and allowed for even more interruptions. No one leaves a message on your home phone other than automated voices, everyone just calls your cellular phone. Those automated voices on your voicemail can be ignored, but only for so long. You pick up your home phone and the beeps never end to give you a dial tone. And that was the end of voice mail, they will take it off your service for a price.
The cellphone used to be an accessory, something carried for emergencies, now your boss can call you when you are driving home. Or you can take a photo of a dress you are trying on and have your best mom friend tell you how it looks without shopping together. I miss shopping together.
This morning my cell phone hit my sensory overload switch. It wasn’t calling or texts that sent my phone flying across the room. It was simply the 7am alarm while I was fixing my son’s lunch dealing with pre-migraine pain flashers in my line of vision and severe lack of sleep from working too much.
It felt so good throwing that phone! I picked it up and threw it again. It didn’t break which is both unfortunate and lucky all at the same time. I picked it up and discovered it was bent, nothing more. Then, I actually turned it off, literally black screen, it won’t light up if someone calls, sends an email, or texts. There are only two people who call me for the most part, my boss and my husband. As for the boss, tough shit today. And I’m sick of using my cellular phone as a corporate phone, so no work calls either!!! Think of the productivity.
Should I turn the VoIP house phone on? I keep it unplugged because it is only ever telemarketers calling. If it’s someone we know they have our cellular phone numbers. Not today, not turning it on, not ever. I can call out if I need to. I’m never home anyway and when I am, no, I do not want to hear it. I think I only have one old 1990s phone hooked up to it with the 50 foot walk around the house cord (in this case, it’s in the basement and who wants to stand down there and talk on a phone).
Should I turn on my computer and open every blessed email account I own so I don’t miss something? Not today, whatever it is, it will have to wait until next week I think. I wish I could, but one account I will have to check tomorrow or Saturday. 😦
No Facebook, no istant messaging, no instant internet look it up, no weather channel in my hand, no garbage of information coming in today. No activity monitor to tell me how many times I go up and down the stairs everyday attached to that damn fucking phone, no email to respond to instantly, my life is taking a slow down turn. I’m done. IF you want to reach me, come by and visit.
Damn that felt so GOOD throwing that FUCKING PHONE!!!!!