It is common
knowledge that people tend to be obsessed with technology, but why? Our society
is being pushed in the direction of being able to do things quickly and
efficiently. I happened to sleep with my cell phone. I keep better track of my
cell phone then I do my own boyfriend.
If you were
to look at my cell phone, at first glance you would notice it is a white
blackberry, but is that all that it is? All my friends and family would tell
you that I am glued to that silly thing. I often wonder why that is a bad
thing.
If you were
to examine my phone a little more closely, you would see that the shiny white
casing around the corners is dull and scratched. There are chips and divots in
the white plastic case and the lettering on the keys is faded and worn from
frequent use. If you picked it up and turned it over, you would see that the
back panel is missing entirely and the rubber that use to cover the buttons on
top has been ripped off.
To most
people my cell phone looks like a piece of junk; something dirty and scratched
that no longer has much value. What they don’t see is a piece of technology
that has been with me through some pretty big changes in my life.
I have no
desire for a new shiny phone that boasts of faster web browsing or the added
music playing features. My beat up old blackberry is more than capable of doing
everything I need it to.
The scratches
in the plastic casing are the resulting of being dropped on the pavement in a
parking lot and then stepped on. When I hear the phone grinding against the
rocks I thought it was broken, to my surprise it was just scratched.
The worn out
lettering on the keys is a result of countless text messages being sent back
and forth between my boyfriend and myself. I would stay up all hours of the
night clicking and tapping away at those keys. Tucked under the covers holding
that phone tight I learned the most amazing things about someone I really cared
about.
The torn
rubber on the top was bitten off by a teething one year old excited by the
clicking of the buttons and the way that they glowed. His baby drool dripped
down the front filling the gaps between each button.
The back
panel of the phone is in a landfill somewhere in Bangor or Hermon, wherever the
Sherman Landfill station sends it to. I remember throwing up for days on end so
hard the blood vessels in my eyes would rupture. In a moment of carelessness I
accidently bumped my phone and the panel fell off and dropped right into the
toilet. I considered for a half second the idea of cleaning it off and putting
it right back on, but opted to throw it out instead.
Although my
phone is a bit battered and bruised I have such delightful memories with it
that I could not fathom replacing it. Store on its memory card are countless
pictures I am so proud of. Yes, I may sleep with my phone, but it has earned it’s
spot on my bed right next to the worn out pillow.
Very nice piece, wonderful details--this one was easy to write, I bet, and you were confident all the way that you had it nailed.
ReplyDeleteWould you like to submit it to the school literary magazine, see if they are interested in publishing it?
I wouldn't mind doing that. I would just want to fix the typos that I missed. :)
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