In my excitement, it's taken me a while to realise that I've been handed a poison apple. It was a super-generous gift, but now I don't see how I can get out of carrying the damn thing around everywhere I go.
You can't, of course. :-) But you don't always have to answer it-- a lesson I wish I could commend to certain relatives of mine. (That's why God invented voice mail, after all. And Caller-ID.) Let the phone serve you (and those you care about), and not you the phone, Grasshopper.
Plus, I can already feel my tenuous ability to make advance plans growing weaker. I still feel very self-conscious about babbling away in a public place, but how long can that last?
Well, I've had them for going on eight years now, and I'm still self-conscious about babbling away in a public place. :-) Where possible, I'll try to get to a quiet corner and I try very hard to be aware of how loud my voice is if I can't. (I've been on too many L rides with someone broadcasting their conversation to the far side of the car.)
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You can't, of course. :-) But you don't always have to answer it-- a lesson I wish I could commend to certain relatives of mine. (That's why God invented voice mail, after all. And Caller-ID.) Let the phone serve you (and those you care about), and not you the phone, Grasshopper.
Plus, I can already feel my tenuous ability to make advance plans growing weaker. I still feel very self-conscious about babbling away in a public place, but how long can that last?
Well, I've had them for going on eight years now, and I'm still self-conscious about babbling away in a public place. :-) Where possible, I'll try to get to a quiet corner and I try very hard to be aware of how loud my voice is if I can't. (I've been on too many L rides with someone broadcasting their conversation to the far side of the car.)