Writer. Warning: opinions. My lawyer advised a disclaimer, but didn't include any jokes to go with. Damned if I can think of any either.

Life Without A Cell Phone

PHOTO: Tracey R
My buddy Dan does not have a cell phone. He’s a pretty interesting dude in many respects, but this one seems to set him apart more than the rest. How can he live without it? What if there’s an emergency? How does he play Angry Birds?

A few days ago we had some really nice weekend weather here in Atlanta. It was 70 degrees and sunny, smack in the middle of winter, and Dan and I agreed that we would ride our bikes. Dan rode about 45 minutes from his house to come meet me at my place. I went outside to wait for him at about the time I figured he would be there, but I didn’t see him when I expected to.

Glove Messaging

Restless to be riding, I took a short tour around my neighborhood, figuring I knew which way he would come in. After a while it became obvious that we’d missed each other. I found a rubber glove balanced on my door knob which I assume Dan left there by way of a message. I knocked it off with a stick.

I called Dan’s house and spoke to his wife. She wasn’t concerned, and I realized I wasn’t either. Dan’s a grown man, after all. He can take care of himself.

The Unthinkable

So, what happens when you miss a meeting with cellphoneless Dan? You go on about your day and he goes on about his. Perhaps you also get a rubber glove on your door knob which requires removal with a stick, but that’s it.

This is exactly in line with my current thinking on human happiness, or at least Jim happiness. I don’t think I need stuff, and I don’t think I need to be connected 24 hours a day. What I need are experiences and friends to share them with.

So, if that’s true, why not get rid of most of my things and go have some experiences?

I still like Angry Birds

Now you might be saying, “But Jim, you missed a chance to share a bike ride with Dan, and that’s an experience with your friend,” and you’d be right, but this is the first time I have ever missed him in two years of riding with him countless times. All those other times we met up just fine.

Mind you, I’m probably not going to get rid of my iPhone just yet, but the day could be coming. Most of my other possessions are already marching out the door!