My hand kept on flying to my pocket over and over again. The thoughts echo in my mind, "Oh crap, I lost it, lost it, lost it, lost it," with the 'lost it' repeating as I pat myself, searching like I am some criminal getting arrested. I fly into a mini panic every time I leave a certain area on campus.
The cafeteria, cellphone, lost?!
Classroom, cellphone, lost?!
Studio, cellphone, lost?!
LOST.
But no, my cellphone is not lost. Throughout the whole day I had to remember that I put it in the inner pocket of my backpack. When I do remember, I debate whether I should check because, I doubt my memory. I start doubting that the memory of it being in my pocket was recent. It could have been last week and then I have to double check if it is there. It is. In its 'off' state.
From the way I kept on checking if my phone was where it was the whole day, it is logical to say I rely on it...a lot. Cellphone numbers, home numbers, family, friends...the time, the list goes on. One of my biggest fears is losing my cellphone. I feel oddly bare and exposed without using my cellphone ever since I started college five hours away from home. I don't want to lose it, because, it is an essential...an important essential.
Indeed, I am addicted to it. It is a convenience. Back in the day, they had to carry those huge phones bigger than bananas and they were the "cellphones." Even further back in the day, people were chained to the phone by cords only.
Since technology advanced to the degree that a compact, portable and functional communications device can be held at all times..who would say no? We had to memorize cellphone numbers before, but now people can just facebook:
"Cellphone fell in toilet, need numbers."
"Cellphone broke, need numbers."
"Curb-stomped crappy cell, need numbers." I spot an alliteration!
Then they'll get flooded with numbers.
Yea, since technology is making it easy for us, we take advantage of it because, it is there and makes our lives easier.
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