I have really been missing out. I haven’t had a pet peeve for an incredibly long time. I couldn’t manufacture one no matter how hard I tried. Maybe it’s the mellowing of older age where things just don’t really bother you anymore. But then out of the blue a pet peeve stood right in front of me in big bold, letters. CAN’T PEOPLE LEAVE THEIR CELL PHONES ALONE FOR EVEN 5 WHOLE MINUTES? You’re in a conversation with someone and a little ding goes off that a text has arrived. The cell phone has to be looked at. It’s like Pavlov’s dog. The cell phone is the stimulus that controls human behavior. The current conversation with a human being who is looking at you and interested in what you are saying gets put on hold and the cell phone takes priority. Cell phones, as great a tool as they are, have become intrusive. We don’t own them, they own us. They have such a grip on us they entice us to engage in dangerous activity, like when we drive. So I say, “Hallelujah for the cell phone”. I finally have a pet peeve. But I still I say it’s time to say dang to the ding and let the texts wait their turn.
I feel better now.
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