Involuntary Stalking

Since the creation of the cell phone there is something that has always boggled my mind. No it's not the fact that the phone works with no cord, or that most cell phones come with caller ID, or that my cell phone has color and can take pictures and video, which in and of itself is just amazing.

I am amazed at what people are willing to talk about, in public, on their cell phones.

I type this post while sitting in the BYU library next to someone I am now involuntarily stalking. I now know about her personal life, her roommate’s personal life, her mom's personal life, and her brother's personal life. All in a 30 minute conversation I don't even have to be a part of.

I wonder if anyone is involuntarily stalking me? I hope not. I hope the most people can get on me, is what I allow to be posted on this blog or that I tell them directly. But then again I don't really care what people know about me, just that I can have some personal time... that's really all I need. Personal time with just me and my cell phone... in public... talking about everything that is going through my life... the life of my roommate... the life of my brother... and the life of my parents...

Free, all at the low cost of having a cell phone. Technology is amazing...