This line is busy

My cellphone, unlike most people's cellphone does not link me to the rest of the world. It merely serves as a constant and nagging reminder of how unlinked I remain. I shift uncomfortably in my seats at baristas where I wait for coffee to be served, wondering how every body else has their phone stuck to ther ear. I doodle impatiently as I constantly wait for those on the other end of the phone to 'take the call on the other line.'
My phone, no matter how state-of-the-art and expensive it may appear, scarcely rings. Of course the fact that I do not give my number to anybody, or even remember it without looking at the entry in my diary, may have something slight to do with the whole thing, but in general, the disparity is huge.
Take for instance the theatre, I rarely ever have to switch my phone on silent mode, because most of the people I know in the world are invariably (see how convenient a word this is) with me to watch the film, or at the very least glad I have taken the day off and am no longer in their vicinity. Hence, no calls from home, and no calls from work. If my mom would call, there would be no point in keeping it on silent mode because it would probably be a national emergency and the whole theatre would have to be evacuated anyway.

Take for instance meetings. Most edit meetings are interrupted by at least one or more strangely coughing tunes that I am told are ring tones. The politest of editors are constantly taking a moment to excuse themselves on the phone. I, never happen to face that situation, which I presume given the panache with which such interruptions are handled, would look good on my resume. Take supermarkets, isn't anyone else being held up at the check out counter by a big broad shouldered six footer yelling 'I'll call you back, I'll call you back'? Some of these lack of calls leave me waking at night in a cold sweat... when i catch a flight, will i be the only one not needing to switch off my cell? will no one ever cast me an irritated glance in the midst of a romantic candlelight dinner? Worse, when i am buried under a building/car/tractor Reader's Digest Drama In Real Life fashion with only my cellphone just at hand and unable to dial since all my wrist bones are crushed, will no one call and save my life?

I wonder, is it merely that I have nothing to say to anyone and they have similarly nothing to say to me? Or horrors, could it perhaps in some miraculous way mean that I actually have discovered the miraculous art, unknown to mankind, of completing all that I have to say to the people I need to say it to when I meet/speak to them? Could it be that I have no urgencies in my life? No emergencies? Try as I might, excepting death or disease or injury, I canm think of nothing that carries the urgency of kingdoms waiting to fall on the worth of my message. Could it actually be, and wait for it... this actually sounds good when you read it out loud in just the right fashion... that our lives are so much more than the eternal call waiting most of us live suspended in?