40 Days Without A Crackberry

Personally, I don’t practice Lent but I think that everyone else
should. Especially every one of my friends who continuously sits across
from me at dinner with their blackberry planted prominently on the
table. Almost as if they were making a statement that they’ll entertain
my company but as soon as someone more important calls, e-mails, or
sends a text message, they have to go.

And it’s not even that they’re expecting an important call. It’s
like they’re waiting to talk to anyone but me. And the funny thing is
that I should be angry at them for being rude and disrespectful, but
the truth is that I’m secretly jealous, that their little fucking phone
is more important than I am.

So for Lent this year, instead of people deciding to quit smoking,
sex, or big gulp slurpies, I’d like to suggest that they abstain from
their crackberries.

For forty days and night, I want them to sever their hand held link
to the outside world and do away with the needless text messages and
interrupting phone calls.

But sadly, I think most of them would find it easier to quit smoking.