A Russian doctor told me that years ago, when in university,
the cool look consisted of a bright red suit and carrying a huge mobile phone
the size of a brick to his ear. Mobile
phones had just come in and had not morphed into the tiny little things we see today. He was the first one in his university to
own both the red suit and mobile phone and spent many fruitless hours wearing
his bright suit with his long antennae phone pressed to his ear waiting for a
non- existent caller.
The penalty of being the first was, none of his friends
had a phone so absolutely, no one called him.
In desperation, he set the alarm setting to go off regularly and had
intense fake calls on his beloved phone.
He said he became quite a performer having deep intellectual
conversations, loving romantic chats and on one memorable occasion having an imaginary venting shouting match with his mother.
Years later, he longed for those heady imaginary conversations instead
of his present bombardment of soulless sales calls.
