I always get a chuckle when I think about having to dig through my pockets for a quarter to use one of these things whenever I’d need to call someone (when I wasn’t at home). I remember having one of those dumb beepers that would go off in a medley of vibrations, tones, and lights (not much different than today’s mobiles). I also remember resuming the frantic hunt for another dime or quarter when that tone would go off in the earpiece, indicating my .25 cents worth audio connectivity was about to expire.

I also get curious about when my particular brand of OCD kicked in because I don’t ever remember having much trepidation about putting one of those vile headsets to my face and blabbering into it. Today, I can’t so much as hold onto a handrail on a bus or subway car without feeling the need to purge my skin in an antibacterial bath. I wonder if the accessibility of having my own personal connectivity devices has aided in the surfacing of this weird psychosis by removing the need to use such crude technology.

So, yeah, that’s what has been on my mind this AM. :)