Surprisingly, the following rant is not about bad service or inflated bills. My dislike of cell phones runs far deeper than that. I don’t like cell phones. I never have. I hate them with the passionate intensity of a thousand burning suns. Maybe that’s not entirely true, I should say that I haven’t liked them since I was old enough to realize the negative impact they were having on society. Even though I have carried a cell for yeas, in theory I am still opposed to them. As such I take pains to regulate my own use. That is to say I rarely use mine in public, I usually keep it set on vibrate so it doesn’t disturb other people, I don’t use it as a way to make personal calls at work and I certainly never answer it in a movie theater. On dates, I either turn it off or leave it at home. Basically I try not to do the things that annoy me when other people do them. Sure, I occasionally do some of those things, but I try hard not to. I even refrain from answering every single call purely on the principal that I don’t want to be that connected to the world. Maybe it’s the introvert in me, but I don’t particularly like the idea that I’m constantly connected to everyone and that I could receive a phone call no matter where I am or what I’m doing. When I voice my opinion I get a lot of, “I need it in case of emergency.” That’s great, a benefit of living in the modern age. So get the bare minimum plan and keep your phone turned off and in your glove box. Don’t yell into it in the library when I’m trying to study. Contrary to what you might believe, I don’t want to hear about how big a jerk your boyfriend is.