Ah, the intricacies of moving from one cellular network to another when you are not a name but some nameless entity, lost in the mass of swirling flotsam that comprises customers in some virtual world. Grrrr. I am annoyed at my 'loss' and the theft of my more than 20-year old identity.
This is the mess-up of digital lifestyles and worlds. The morass of nothingness. Of listening to on-hold music and waiting to be found.
No wonder many in this life are so lost and unanchored. The demons of oblivion cling laughing to so many souls while their human hosts dive into cyberspace and are un-found. Only real in the world of make-believe. Surfacing less and less to sunshine and wind and distance and rain and...
While I rein in my temper (attempting to reflect Christ to those I fleetingly tell my tale of woe to), I do thank God that I live in a real world. With grass, people, life, kisses, hugs, small people, scraped knees and the ever-present "what's for lunch?" queries.
If my identity is bound inextricably into this irritating phone that is offline, then I am lost.
(Now that's a different perspective found in my grumbling rumblings).
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