Cell Of A Phone

 Phones that "do everything" are what we call the gripped thing in your hand, the bit of plastic that is never out of your sight or mind. In Dick Tracy's day, they were invented. Dick spoke into his wrist or shoe phone to solve crimes. Now, they do a lot more: to watch movies, make them, banking, baby sitting and love matching, plus dozens of other tasks including shopping and reading books. The word "cell" is appropriate because those using them are certainly in a phone cell. They are trapped. Few of these "prisoners" have "land lines" for back-up. Anyone who loses a cell phone is in a panic. It's kind of like carrying a Hope Diamond around and never daring to let it out of one's sight. I am not in the generation that insists life is impossible without the cell phone, thus connected to every aspect of  business life including social ones. Being in my generation doesn't mean I don't have one of the things, it simply means it isn't my life blood.  I use it when I go out the door. I don't like cell phones, but I don't hesitate to like the humans who have them even if, semi attached to their bodies.  The whole matter of cell phones has even, garment folk, who add pockets to skin tight gym wear and build ugly towers in beautiful places. One can't they argue be out of contact or coverage. They must be able to speak to their friends every second of the day- and night and do business even on their days off.  When there is no cell phone, most of these addicts can't function. Well, they could, but they are addicts after all, and can't bear waiting to make a call. They laugh at the other kind of appliance called a "land line". Most of these cell folk,  consider it grossly uncool  to have such. As you can tell, I am sick of seeing cell phones in hand everywhere and used non-stop. Heads are down as humans walk down the street, eat at restaurants, wait in line-ups, shop and talk into the air not paying the slightest attention to what's going on around them. Most don't need to chat, not the word means conversation, but are merely having an inane blab with some other nutty cell user. These devices are not all bad, well, none of them are, but their user' habits might be. When I was between condos I did all of my business thankfully with my cell phone. There was no other reliable communication system available. My mail, my correspondence with acquaintances and my entertainment were all done thru the cell phone. Had to be.  It worked for what it was made for. Most users of the cell are those don't need to but want to be in the habit of never being out of touch with their people. Often times it leads to grief because it's an impetuous form of interaction.  It isn't a need, it's a choice and there's nothing wrong with it when used the right ways. What it does do, is disallow one, just as being in a prison cell, any outside contact in other random human situations. It disallows humans listening to outside sounds or exploring anything outside one's own small circle.  A cell phone keeps you in a cell, in short. Parents also keep their kids in the same cell and often their pets and houses, too. They never take a break and get away from the grind. And worst of all, those who are nunned to their cell phones, don't discover what's out there besides what's inside their  cells.