Ricky, Don't Lose That Number.

Quick! What's the telephone number to your best friend's house? Ok. Now what's the number to their cellphone? If you're like me, you can probably remember the answer to the first question, but can't answer the second one to save your life. Back in my day (I can't believe I'm using those words), there was nothing but a piece of paper that helped us remember someone's phone number. The same could be said about their address.

Recently, I was helping my mom move some things around. In one of her old purses, I found a personal phonebook with the numbers and addresses of almost everyone I remembered from my childhood. What shocked me more than the fact that it was held together with tape was that it was completely up to date. There were names in there of people who had recently come into her life and I found myself asking myself if I had that kind of information about my own friends.

Sure, I could remember the number to my best friend's home, my mom's job, sister, our house, and even the ever popular Jenny of Tommy Tutone fame. What I couldn't remember was my dad's new cell phone number, best friend's cell phone, anyone's cell phone for that matter. Throw into the mix that I don't know their addresses either. Like most people, I know exactly how to get there, but I don't know the name to all of the streets. Thinking about it, the only address and number I actually remember memorizing, as of late, were to my current job.

If you're like me, you pop a new number into your phone and never look at it again. You trust that when you tap their name, your phone will do all the work and soon the two of you will be connected. Sometimes you don't even see a number. Instead of calling, a text will be sent and the only information you see about the receiving end is their name. And how many times has that bit you in the ass, accidentally sending a text to the wrong Angela? You know? The one who has a nice personality, but you never want to see her again, but you forgot to get rid of her number? Congratulations, you're the embodiment of false hope and it's all because you don't know their numbers and forgot to differentiate when you put them in your phone's contacts.

What I find funny about all of this is that it's coming from a society that is terrified of giving out personal information, yet willingly post it on Facebook for most everyone to see. The world can figure out where you are at an exact moment because people became obsessed with "checking in" to places. Even more, pictures are taken to further prove that they were at said establishment, and they were completely wasted. But, Lord help them if they ever need to call a friend for a ride and lost their cell phone.

Accessorize the Demons

It cracks me up how accessories have become as important as they are. Watches, wallets, and key rings are a part of our daily lives. Most recently, the cellphone case has become a huge one, and if you own an iPhone, it's become absolutely essential. The days of sticking one's phone in their pocket just the way it is has gone out with yesterday's trash.

I remember when I was younger, my friends and I would laugh at the attempts of kiosk workers peddling Louis V knock off cases in the mall. The joke was on us, I guess. Years later, people are lining up to get the latest iPhone and holding a case in their free hand.

They've even become more than a hard exterior to protect your phone. Some are fashion statements, while  others are just making a statement that you clearly don't know how firmly grip a phone. I remember spending an hour deciding between two cases that I wanted. That's when I realized I was an idiot and chose one. Of course, I've realized I was an idiot on plenty more occasions. God help me when I get married.

Of all accessories, watches are my favorite. I know what you're thinking, "there's a clock on your phone." But cellphones don't look good on your wrist. As much as I like them, watches always leave me disappointed. It's not the watch's fault. It's me.

See, the Lord, in His infinite wisdom, chose not to bless me with large hands. They do the job, but, when it comes to watches, they're terrible to work with. Every single watch I tried on during my last "watch outing" made my hands look even smaller than they already were. Luckily, I found one that was just the right fit. Sadly, it took about three days.

But, have you seen the sizes of watches these days? They're huge! They also weigh a ton. I can only imagine what horrible accidents they will cause when people remove them. Hands flying at their faces to brush aside some stray hairs will probably result in black eyes. Hailing a cab will dislocate one's shoulder. And some one will, undoubtedly, wake up in the hospital after knocking themselves unconscious, trying to answer their phone three days prior.

It will serve as a reminder that accessories really aren't important.