I Hate My Phone

I hate my phone.  Well, I shouldn’t say hate.  I always tell my kids that hate is a strong word and you shouldn’t use it.  But I really do hate my phone. 

Once again this morning I woke up to a slew of “Breaking News” messages, this time about my beloved city and that someone decided to ruin one of its most special days.  I won’t even begin to ask the long list of unanswerable questions.  Instead, I’ll just sit here with my coffee, tears in my eyes, and watch the sun come up thousands of miles away.  This world just sucks.

I have been meaning to write a blog post about pollution in China, the thousands upon thousands of dead, diseased pigs floating down the river here in Shanghai, and now the bird flu.  They too are all incredibly scary things and contribute to my short and long term stress around the health my family.  Oh and don’t forget our friend in North Korea.  But as long as Dennis Rodman is in charge of US/N. Korean relations, we should all be fine, right?

You see, my phone manages all communication between these world concerns and me.  It’s gotten so bad now that every time my phone lights up I race to see what has happened now.  Korea’s declared war?  Bird flu is now human to human?  Or God forbid something as tragic as these explosions in Boston or the shootings in Newtown.  To be completely honest, I am relieved when I see that the US only created 100,000 new jobs last month or that Margaret Thatcher has died (God rest her soul).  How awful is that?  

So, what’s a girl to do?  Turn off the world and go along with the ignorance is bliss camp?  I really wish I could, but this girl just isn’t made that way.  Instead, I see lots of coffee and a box of hair dye in my future.

I hate my phone.