It's the dawn of a dark, dreary, digital day for Denton... I've finally got a cellular phone.
I can't even think of a good reason to object -- I've certainly imposed upon my friends enough times to prove to myself that going without doesn't work too well when you're visiting a city, and you want to say hello to someone. For a while, I hoped that my continued reliance on pay phones was a sort of charming anachronism, much like monocles or fob chains. Perhaps I was being overly optimistic, but nonetheless, the stark disappearance of pay phones in the world has made it a moot point. Much like monocles and fob chains.
So, there's certainly a good reason for me to get one. But why don't I like cell phones? Honestly, I think it's just a case of calcified persona. Simply put, until this morning, my self-image was that of a guy that didn't like cell phones. That's it. I didn't want one because I didn't want to change who I was. It was my schtick, my thing that I did.
Time to find a new schtick, it seems.
Maybe I can be the guy with a fob chain for his cell phone.