A New Relationship Develops...
An absolute tragedy occurred this weekend... my cell phone finally met its demise.
My cell phone is my life-line... my key to all I hold dear and even to those I'd rather hold... well, nevermind....
Its amazing how that little inanimate object can control such a large part of your life. We all carry it with us as an appendage of sorts, never leaving home without it! Most recent phones carry all of life's conveniences: speed dial, messengers, cameras, video, internet, email, entertainment, calculators, organizers, calendars... you name it, and its probably incorporated into a cell phone somewhere. With all the options that they have to offer, a cell phone can be just an unique as its owner. Listening to someone's downloaded ringtone (or for the creative few, their own composure), can say a lot about a person, as does their wallpaper, coordinated cover, or any of the other accessories made to compliment your personality.
So what happens when this vital part of our life is gone?!? Isolation... it feels as if you are alone in the world, and functionality ceases. How did we ever live without these? All of my contacts gone... my ringtone of choice vanished, and my link to the world temporarily haulted. Its a silent, lonely world... my closest friend is gone, and I'm mourning his loss.
So now, a new phone has entered my life. Much like a new relationship, I have to learn how to push his buttons, try and change him to meet my expectations, and painstakenly try and reestablish contact with the world in some fashion or another to rebuild the contacts I have lost. I think I like my new friend, Mr. Sony Ericsson,... he is equipt with the latest and greatest, wears the most fashionable of leather covers, isn't near as stubborn about dropping my calls all the time, and has much better endurance than my previous LG friend did. Sony even will recognize my voice, and if I ask him nicely, he'll do as I ask without me having to push any of his buttons. He's loud when you ask him to be, quiet when its necessary, and even silent when you just don't want to hear him! I'm even learning to adjust to his songs, recognizing his signs and expressions, and learning to navigate his complex buttons. And when all else fails, Sony even comes with a manual to help explain him...
Yes, in some ways, cell phones are the perfect friends. Its only when they leave you hangin' that it becomes a love/hate relationship. LG stood me up for the last time...
So, good riddance LG! You were a poor excuse for a friend anyways. You were far too controlling: you wouldn't let me talk to anyone, talked behind my back, and you were so lazy, you shut down all the time for a little charge. My new friend does things for me you never could do...
Be safe, go fast
...and if you haven't heard from me lately, please leave me a message after the tone.
BEEEEEP!
::Erica::
My cell phone is my life-line... my key to all I hold dear and even to those I'd rather hold... well, nevermind....
Its amazing how that little inanimate object can control such a large part of your life. We all carry it with us as an appendage of sorts, never leaving home without it! Most recent phones carry all of life's conveniences: speed dial, messengers, cameras, video, internet, email, entertainment, calculators, organizers, calendars... you name it, and its probably incorporated into a cell phone somewhere. With all the options that they have to offer, a cell phone can be just an unique as its owner. Listening to someone's downloaded ringtone (or for the creative few, their own composure), can say a lot about a person, as does their wallpaper, coordinated cover, or any of the other accessories made to compliment your personality.
So what happens when this vital part of our life is gone?!? Isolation... it feels as if you are alone in the world, and functionality ceases. How did we ever live without these? All of my contacts gone... my ringtone of choice vanished, and my link to the world temporarily haulted. Its a silent, lonely world... my closest friend is gone, and I'm mourning his loss.
So now, a new phone has entered my life. Much like a new relationship, I have to learn how to push his buttons, try and change him to meet my expectations, and painstakenly try and reestablish contact with the world in some fashion or another to rebuild the contacts I have lost. I think I like my new friend, Mr. Sony Ericsson,... he is equipt with the latest and greatest, wears the most fashionable of leather covers, isn't near as stubborn about dropping my calls all the time, and has much better endurance than my previous LG friend did. Sony even will recognize my voice, and if I ask him nicely, he'll do as I ask without me having to push any of his buttons. He's loud when you ask him to be, quiet when its necessary, and even silent when you just don't want to hear him! I'm even learning to adjust to his songs, recognizing his signs and expressions, and learning to navigate his complex buttons. And when all else fails, Sony even comes with a manual to help explain him...Yes, in some ways, cell phones are the perfect friends. Its only when they leave you hangin' that it becomes a love/hate relationship. LG stood me up for the last time...
So, good riddance LG! You were a poor excuse for a friend anyways. You were far too controlling: you wouldn't let me talk to anyone, talked behind my back, and you were so lazy, you shut down all the time for a little charge. My new friend does things for me you never could do...
Be safe, go fast
...and if you haven't heard from me lately, please leave me a message after the tone.
BEEEEEP!
::Erica::
Posted by Erica Ortiz on Monday, May 23, 2005 at 9:34 AM | Permalink 
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