...nahhhhh
I have recently embarked on a impromptu experiment. Completely by mistake. I had previously wondered what it would be like, being a 20-something-year-old in 2015, and NOT have a cell phone.
Not that I would ever purposefully follow through with such ponderings, but my forgetfulness had something else in mind.
Airports are a shit show for my anxiety. I was being dropped off at the ATL airport and, unfortunately for me, I left my phone in my friends car. That was Monday - it is now Friday, and I still don't have my phone.
So far I have survived. I'm the girl at the bar, taking selfies with my MacBook, (hand-outstretched, the whole sha-bang. I looked really cool too). I'm utilizing various forms of communication outside of texting; Twitter message, Facebook chat, Gmail (yes, I'm actually emailing again! I feel like it's 2002).
I carry around my MacBook like it's 1993 with one of those huge ass car phones like they had in the movie Wall Street or some shit. I don't have GPS or the weather forecast when driving. I was driving into this storm the other day like, "Damn that looks dark...October is too late for tornadoes, right? I fuckin hope so." Praying ol' Twisty doesn't come blow me away.
Wow I just ate this Tootsie roll, and I think it's been sitting in this drawer for 2 years, gross.
Whatever I'm hungry.
Speaking of food, last Thursday I flew down to ATL, and I was like whatever, just eat 2 medibles, fuck it.
It was around the time we were taxiing, about to take off, that it hit me how high I actually was. Appropriate, not only was I physically high but also mentally. Can't decide if it was the best or worse idea. I have an irrational fear of flying, and on the way to ATL I was very calm, relaxed. On the way home, however, I was anxious and tense, which probably had a lot to do with my misplaced cell phone and less with the medibles (what else am I supposed to do in an airport, with no phone, NOT eat 13 medibles? Give me a break).
I didn't eat 13 in one setting, just FYI. That would be fucked.
-Kladge
