Many of you know that I don’t own a cell phone; what you may NOT know is that I hate them. I hate the fact that they make one easily accessible at any time, day or night, because for some reason people seem to have a hard time finding the “off” button on them. Really. Having dinner in a restaraunt? Let me show you how little consideration I have for you or anyone else in the restaraunt by answering this phone and carrying on a conversation while everyone around me is trying to enjoy a night out. Now, I am not saying they are never useful tools, but the things that drive me crazy are how they are used to inflate the ego and take the place of EVER having to have actual interaction with another human being and how what you have to say is so almighty important that you just have to answer this call while driving 85 MPH while also having a small snack. Or yak yak yak while you are supposed to be writing out the check for your groceries (you know, the check which you should have already had mostly filled out before you ever GOT to the cashier), which holds everyone up.
I don’t like cell phones in general but I am more annoyed than usual because for the first time in a long time, we were not only in bed by 10:00 last night but also ASLEEP by not much after. The kind of lovely, deep sleep that when you begin to feel it stealing over you is just damn near orgasmic. The kind where you just know you are going to wake up with big old eye boogers and drool on the pillow, and you look forward to it. And then at 10:40, some friend of Steve’s decided it was a reasonable time to start texting. I heard the LOUD ring signifying an incoming text and I bolted straight up out of bed and smacked Steve awake because if you don’t answer it, it keeps ringing periodically until you actually do something about it. And it wasn’t a text saying “I ran out of gas and broke my leg so I can’t actually get out of the car and walk to the gas station and you are the only person I could think of who might actually be persuaded to come out and get me.” No, no, it was a dirty joke. And not even one so funny that you were dying to tell someone so had to while it was fresh in your mind because you are an idiot and won’t remember the punchline in the morning so you have to say it right this minute and share the deliciousness. It was a stupid, lame-ass, crude dirty joke.
And then I couldn’t go back to sleep. I have a deep love/hate relationship with sleep, because it is such a dicey thing for me. I love to sleep, love the feeling of falling into bed and letting my bones kind of sink into the mattress, but like I said, it’s dicey. Probably better than half the time, it takes me a really long time to fall asleep, and God help me if I have to wake up because then it is nearly impossible to get BACK to sleep. Last night was like that, and really, my mind in the middle of the night is just not a safe place to be. Really.
About the cell phone thing, though, one of the things I like about Hannah’s school is that not only are cell phones not allowed in the classroom, they are prohibited from being on the property at all. They have a phone in the office which is available if students need to call their parents, and they say that no one else is important enough to need called in the middle of a school day. Phones can be left in cars, but if a student has to go out to their car for something, they have to be escorted to said vehicle with a teacher AND they can’t make a phone call or text. If a student is caught with a cell phone, it is confiscated and also looked through, including any text messages. There was a cop at the school yesterday who was talking about sexting, and he reminded the kids that it is a crime in Idaho to be caught sexting-whether the message is a verbal one OR a visual one.
I don’t know how I feel about the whole criminal aspect of it, but he also reminded the kids that they are worth so much more than to cheapen themselves by engaging in such demeaning behavior, and that is what I like. I am pretty liberal, most of you know, and while I don’t like the whole sexting thing at all and think it is, well, just kind of silly, I am not going to get all up-in-arms about adults doing it. I mean, I don’t like porn at all as a general rule, for myself, but I really don’t care about what you do in the privacy of your own home. Consenting adults and all that. But it bothers me a lot that kids think that sending naked or suggestive pictures via their phones or think if it as foreplay is both normal and okay. With this kind of cavalier and thoughtless attitude toward sex, it’s no wonder we need a daycare at the school, you know?
I kind of went off there; perhaps it is the lack of sleep this morning making me sound like a crotchety old woman. Next thing you know I will be gumming peanuts to death while grumbling, “You think this is music? This isn’t music…now back in my day.”
Yeah. Shaking my head at myself again.
***As most of you know, my friend Jesz’ daughter is missing. She has posted an update on this site if you want to take a minute and go over to offer support for her. We love you, Jesz!***