So. New phone. Nokia Lumia 510.
My first ever smartphone. Email. Facebook. Twitter. LinkedIn. Skydrive. All in one place. I’m loving the sense of centralized connectedness. All these different ways of communicating with people literally at my fingertips.
Decent contract too given my traditional parsimonious nature when it comes to mobile phones. I get 500 minutes, 750mb of date and 5000 texts all for just £10 a month.
The data I might use – browsing, downloading apps, updating blogs and feeds, etc. The 500 minutes… hmm, doubtful but you never know when you might need to have a long conversation with someone.
But 5000 texts?
I must admit that had me rolling my eyes.
5000 texts per month?!
Who sends 5000 texts a month? That’s (on average) 166 texts a day! What can you possibly find to write about so frequently on a daily basis? Apart from sending someone a novel a line at a time?
“Hello, just sending you a text.”
“Hi again. Just me. Just another text.”
“Did you get my last text?”
“Not my last text but the text before that?”
“This is just a text to check that you’re getting my texts.”
“Please text a reply.”
“If you’re able. If you want to.”
“Have you run out of texts? You really ought to go to Tesco. They give you 5000 a month.”
“That’s 5000 texts.”
“Which is a lot of texting.”
“Actually my finger is really hurting now. Do you mind if I just ring you instead?”
I don’t think I have ever sent 5000 texts in my entire life. Let alone in a month. And now I have an allocation. I kind of feel morally obliged to honour it. To share the minutia of my life with some as yet unnamed other in my address book as frequently as possible until they get so sick of hearing from me that they stop acknowledging my very existence.
Rather akin to blogging.