I need not say how much telephones have changed in my lifetime. I still remember the crank phone of my grandmother's. 32 years ago, I was on a party line. Now we have cell phones with all the doo-dads imaginable.
Confession time: Ignorant am I. However ignorance is bliss. Nope, I don't use or even own a cell phone. One might as well put a shell to my ear. It's partly because I'm intimidated, but mostly because I've convinced myself I don't need or ever want one. I have my reasons, but being obstinate isn't one of them.
Here's my take. Cell phones (carried with you) are an invasion of my privacy--more of an invasion of my right for not being interrupted. All phone calls, cell or regular, are made at the convenience of the caller. More than likely, they don't know what the "callee" is doing.
Let me be clear, I hate hearing my house phone ring. I'm usually occupied with something, even if it's reading or watching television. INTERUPTION! Ugh. Of course, the phone usually rings when I'm showering or on the john. Fortunately, I have an answering machine. That does screen "donation" calls, etc.(I am on the "no call" list, which doesn't exclude charitable groups.)
My golf playing friends all have cell phones. Talk about inane reasons to talk, the conversations of which are usually superfluorus. "Watcha doing?" "Playing golf." Duh. Plus, the phone rings in the middle of a swing. Or: "I can't hear you." "Can you hear me now?" Blah, blah, blah.
As an aside, let me mention that all calls I make from my house phone to someone's cell phone--even my neighbor--are "long distance"! Another reason for hating them. There ought to be a law.
Yes, I've heard all the "emergency" reasons for carrying a cell phone. I'm still not buying them. I'll let someone else call 911. After all, everybody else has one! Not me, not now, not ever (but shhh, never say never!). Call me the last of the hold-outs. I'm sticking to my stone age guns.