First, I have been adjudged guilty of this, so pot/kettle.
However, I have been very conscientious lately that when I am with someone, I am THERE. In the moment, with that person on the other side of the table, and I expect them to be there too. I like other people. A lot. I am just so darned interested.
But, I get it.
It is really easy to get lost in a mobile phone. There are Facebook comments to read, and emails to answer, and texts to check, oh my!
And we are, after all, Very Important People.
*Snark fully engaged.
Look, you know there are times when you DO need to get an email and answer it. Or you are waiting for a text that needs an answer. If you have to, it's OK to let the person in front of you know, ahead of time, that you're waiting for something, and you will be brief in your answer...and right back with them. Where you should be.
Too often, you are with someone who can't seem to put it down. And I will admit, I very nearly slapped a cell phone out of someone's hand the other day. I resisted the urge. That is also considered rude, I am told.
Now, you probably don't know this about me, but I have been known to get up to a little heathen mischief.
When it happened, I considered turning around and talking exclusively to the nice, slightly intoxicated man to my left...flirting outrageously.
I had a fleeting moment, where I wanted to grab a gorgeous woman who was walking by, lasciviously ask for her number, waggle my eyebrows and make a sexy kissy-face at her.
There was a tiny moment when I very nearly crawled onto the lap of the person I was with, and gave a little wiggle. In full view of God and everyone. Sometimes I will engage in some shockingly bad behavior to make a point.
Alas, I don't know this person well enough to know if they would laugh and get the point, (the desired effect,) or dump me off onto the floor, (More likely, methinks.)
So I found myself getting more and more frustrated, with my inner toddler jumping up and down and turning bright red and threatening to hold her breath 'till she passed out. Fortunately, it passed.
When someone does this to you, what do you do?
Are you gentle with them, and do you kindly ask for their attention for a moment?
Do you snap, and tell them that they seem to have plenty of company in their hand? And it's looking like that's the way it's gonna stay?
Do you quietly boil, and engage in passive aggressive snark?
For what it's worth, I said nothing, resigned myself to being interrupted by Texty McEMail, relaxed, and ate my delicious food.
Then I went home and finished a satisfyingly brutal round of Words With Friends.
I have become acutely aware of time, these days. We have a finite amount of it, and I am pretty sure I will NEVER say to myself, "Self, I sure wish I had spent more time on my phone instead of with warm, wonderful, actual, real people."
If someone is kind enough to share their time with us, we should treat it like the gift that it is.