I finally did it.
I caved.
I got a phone.
It's kind of a big deal, for me. According to my friends I have 'officially reached an entirely new level of cool' and am 'almost a real person now!' I'm not sure I believe either of those comments, especially the latter, but it certainly is different having my own phone. I've had it for less than 72 hours, and it's already become a major means of communication for me. The first couple of days, though, I would completely forget I had it within even 10 minutes of using it - that is, until an abrupt ring or vibration would politely remind me.
When people ask me how it is finally having a phone, I usually respond with 'convenient.' By that, I don't mean to imply that I don't enjoy having a phone. In fact it's just the opposite because of the ways in which it makes life quite a bit easier - for both me and my family/friends. It is quite strange though, the oxymoronic feeling of freedom and captivation. I no longer have to rely on my friends and their phones to get ahold of people (or be reached by people, as the case may be). I can now contact people without being near my computer or home phone. It's rather fantastic. But at the same time I can hardly put it down. I'll keep checking and re-checking it even when I know I have no unread messages. I'll drop everything at a moment's ...(hang on a second)...notice to check a text. I wouldn't say I feel entirely dependent on it, but I would say I'm developing a sense of attachment. In class we talked about how some people feel alienated by technology while others see it as an extension of themselves. It's still weird to think of my phone as a part of me, as familiar and normal, but I'm sure I'll get used to the idea.
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