Trying to quit?

You claim you’re trying to quit. You sneak off to furtively indulge in just one more. You check your pockets often to make sure you have your secret vice with you.

In the old days (the Dark Ages, as my kids would say), you’d be a smoker. These days, you’re a BlackBerry user.

That analogy has been out since an article in USA Today in 2006, and probably even earlier, but I just fell over it the other day. Writer Patricia Pearson (hey, she’s in Toronto!) says she will not meet friends in a restaurant or bar “unless they promise to switch off their cellphones and BlackBerrys.”

I don’t have a BlackBerry, but my husband does. He claims to hate it, but is often spotted at odd moments during an evening or weekend, BB in hand, scrolling through messages. (It’s never at the dinner table, though!) We had lunch with one of his clients recently, who has one too. Twice during the lunch, the client took the BB out, looked, put it away; he was courteous enough to ask if we minded, and then explained he was expecting results from a son’s sporting event.

I think that’s the biggest thing: courtesy. As a solitary endeavour, checking your BlackBerry is fine. You’re connected with the people, places and projects that need your immediate attention, no matter where you are. But when you are with someone else, that’s the person who needs your immediate attention.

So put the BlackBerry away with your cellphone. Let both devices take a message. After all, you need to send a message yourself: You have a life, and sometimes it actually takes place offline.