Recently, I attended a function thrown by a very close friend. I made up my mind that I was going to have only one drink; as a writer I needed to learn to be more observant. It was becoming more of a habit for my friends to call me the next day and speak about things that happened at functions that I had missed; so, I vowed that I was going to become more aware. I was missing out on writing prospects and it was really bugging me.
At this particular function, I sat and nursed a concoction of rum punch made especially by the hostess. One too many of those and I would surely not remember anything that had transpired. So, I sat quietly (something that has been very difficult to do in the past) and observed all that was going on. EVERYTHING!! Once I realized there was really nothing extra going on that I could apply to any writing pieces I resorted to looking very closely at more of what was not being said; and what I noticed was this, as a single woman and the only one not paired off at this function, it become painful obvious that I was the only one with a cell phone that did not have a match! Whoa….
Every single person in that house had matching cell phones. It was sort of a bonding thing, an intricate game of concentration. If someone had walked into that function not knowing anyone it was very easy to pick who was with whom and who was single. The cell phone does not lie!
Still, I hadn’t felt out-of-place. Everyone tried to not make it so obvious that I was the odd man out, but it was still very obvious; the cell phones told it all. I retreated to the bathroom for a spell and my cell phone rang. The most obnoxious of our crew decided to pick up my phone to see who was calling. It was 1:30 a.m. “Who’s cell phone is this.” Isn’t it obvious??? He proceeded to tell the room who was calling. No one knew who it was of course, but my girl friend snatched the phone from him. When I returned my friend handed my phone to me and proceeded to tell me who had called. Needless to say, I felt quite uncomfortable and I have never had that problem. It had been a cousin living in California calling; he is very unaware of the time difference; hence, the early morning call. I don’t know, I think in a sad way my friends were kind of feeling sorry for me, but the arrogant man I do call a friend further tried to break my confidence with useless chatter. He wanted to know if that was a booty call. Naturally, I tried to defend myself, but why? I have learned that the truth needs no explaining. I was ready to go.
I used to have a matching Boost Mobile cell phone. It was black, short and held all the components needed to make for a great match. It used to work hard; it would text me regularly and call often. But, then it all stopped very abruptly and suddenly for no reason. Maybe it was washed up, but it decided it would move on and call other’s cell phones… many others. I decided to let my matching cell phone go; it would never ring. I never heard voices on the other end. It only answered calls that were safe to talk calls. Funny, this same cell phone is friends with the piece of work friend who tried to break me. I had to drop both of those calls.
It was great to see all the matching cell phones. What I got from this observation was this, these couples actually agreed on cell phones that they would both like. Simple thought, but just deciding to share in minutes, texting and other features can cause a bit of a rumble in a relationship. I was elated to see the matching cell phones. I intentionally left mine on the table among the others at the function. It stood out purposefully. I am one of one and it is okay.
