But first, the old post
lovemyevilnoIf you can
Be patient…
For Once
I was looking at the blog stats, this morning, and realized that poetry had at last topped “how do I answer my phone” in searches leading readers here. But just barely. And while I’m grateful for any readers, most days, it makes me a little sad. I mean, that post about answering calls on Samsung Galaxy phones has been around since 2019 and people still can’t answer their phone. To be fair, they can’t answer it the way they want to, which is to tap the button on the lock screen once, not slide it towards the hang-up icon or use one of the side buttons. Such a seeminly small annoyance, and yet… This got me to thinking about other “seemingly small annoyances” and how much we take for granted. Which led to a poem. And more thoughts.
For once, I hate poetry has overtaken how do Ianswer a call? I only wish to tap the screen not sliiiiiiide a button (like those iPhone users do) not skate my fingertip across ice-smooth Gorilla glass - just tap. And yet, "accessibility" gets in my way, at every turn. That floating menace menu dancing, mocking me as if to say we can inconvenience you and those who need us most. And I am acutely aware, now how grudging the accommodations - how resentful they are. How they are designed to make us all resentful of the little things. Like sliding a finger or feeling the cold stall wall against a hip where they removed inches to make one - just one - wide enough for a wheelchair when they could have removed a sink. It hasn't worked of course. It's only served to make me grateful for those stolen moments I would cheerfully give that there, but by the grace of fate, go I.
OK, fine…here’s your update
Galaxy users, if you’ve read this far: With the Galaxy 25+ (and maybe models before it) and Android 16, it’s easy – it’s no longer hidden behind the Accessibility menu. Just open Settings and search for “gesture to answer calls” and select “Tap” (or “Swipe” – ain’t choice grand?).
More for the “I hate poetry” folks
A couple of book recommendations:
First, just about anything by Billy Collins, to get you enjoying the reading of poetry. Forget your high school assignments and your teachers’ insistence on you picking apart meaning from T.S. Eliot’s “The Wasteland” or some dusty Shakespeare sonnet (though I do recommend you grown-ups take a closer look at #130).
Second, if you’re ready to try writing a few lines of your own, a delightful book I’ve just started reading: The Ode Less Traveled: Unlocking the Poet Within, by Stephen Fry.
All of you, go forth and have a marvelous day!
H.

Lovely post
I love how you mix fact and humor so effortlessly, Holly. Reading your posts always leaves me a little wiser — and a lot lighter, mentally of course. 🙂
“I can be a very happy depressed person.” I can relate to that. Being depressed doesn’t take any effort. Getting out of it does. It is so easy to ignore people and curl up into myself, but as you said, writers need interaction, and so we need to get out of that cocoon and say hello to the world.
It’s a weird sort of depression, though. I don’t so much wallow in it or feel sad and sorry for myself. It’s more like being mildly ill and unenthusiastic about anything – yet, there’s absolutely no rational reason. Or, there are plenty of rational reasons on a global scale, but not so much on a personal one. It can be weirdly paralyzing.
Sometimes, I have to imagine myself a carriage horse with blinders on – focus only on the things within reach, looking forward. Ignore everything in the mind’s peripheral vision. Don’t look backwards. Only forwards. (Of course, that makes it a challenge to write, doesn’t it?) But yes…
Hello, Sunita. 🙂 Hello, World.