Why my phone doesn't ring.

have a phone. Not a big deal. Everyone has a phone. My phone is maroon, and a little grimy around the edges. I’ve had it for about three years, and it’s been invaluable in many cases. It can text, it can take pictures, it can play video, it can even log onto the internet.

And yet, my phone rests silently. I keep it in my pocket where it’s dormant. I keep it on vibrate, lest it ring or beep when I get a text and disturb someone near me. It is my connection to the outside world. I have no land line, I just have the grimy, make-up covered phone that rests in my pocket.

There is just one problem with my phone. It doesn’t ring. No one calls me. Well, my mother does, but she doesn’t count. I’m actually a little pathetic with the checking of the phone to see if anyone really does care about me. And, nope. Nothing awaits me when I open up my flip phone to check for messages.

At one point in time, someone did kinda like me enough to send me messages. But, since then I am not worthy of anyone thinking enough of me to call to make sure I’m ok or just to say hi. Some people have my number, but I guess I didn’t leave a big enough impression on them to warrant a “howyadoin?”

It makes me sad to think no one cares about me or even thinks enough about me to send me a text or call to say hi. My wonderful phone has turned into a daily reminder of how little I really matter in this world. It’s really a wretched moment when even technology tells you that you should give it up. You’re gonna be alone for the rest of your days because the rest of the world has figured out that you’re not worth their time.