Love Hate, back to Love?

If my cell phone doesn’t ring all day I’m in the best mood. I have LG Voyager. I spent an obscene amount of money on it and I’m ashamed to say. I’m really just one of those people who change there cell phones like their shoes, every six months I want a new one. My mother believes that my obsession with cell phones is an expense habit I cannot afford. Nevertheless, I have gone through six Voyagers’ in a year and half period. I touch, listen, feel, and hear, all with this lifeless device. “I love my cell phone” and then I drop it and feel bad for it. “I hurt my cell phone.” When over charging your phone it never really charges correctly again. “I hate this stupid piece of sh**t!” My cell phone is more than my means to communicate with the world, it has become my right or in my case left handed companion. Is it love or hate? In this case, it can be love until the new one comes along.


The Fight

“Where is your cell phone?” “What….Why are you waking me up?” “Where is your cell phone?” “What….Why are you waking me up; you know we can do this all day dad?” “I called you six times and you didn’t answer the phone once.” “Okay, and what did you want that I can help you with now?” “Well nothing I had to walk from the truck because you didn’t answer and you were sleep.” “Oh, so back to my original thought, why are you waking me up?” I never answered my cell phone; it’s always on vibrating mode from when I’m at school or work. That cell phone has gotten me into more trouble than I can imagine, mostly from not picking it up. I can’t even imagine how many arguments have sparked in my household over someone not answering their phone. The best part about it is my mother and I have declared my father the cell phone police. Chief “if you don’t answer your phone I’m going to arrest you.” The worst part is, I’m no longer a kid who doesn’t pay there own cell phone bill and I can still get it taken away for not answering. My mom and I say, chief “if you don’t answer your phone I’m going to arrest you” can have them cause were running away. Oh Yeah!


Chains

As everyone knows chain letters are the worst part about text messaging on a cell phone. At the same time and in the exact same breathe they can be the greatest. Text messaging is another language in its self. Companies have even been profiting by using text messaging lingo in there commercials. “IDK, my BFF Jill,” has become standard language for; “I have not a single clue.” The amusing part about it is when you text message that to someone they know exactly what you mean. Text messaging, chain letters, email and Aim are all apart of standard phone usage for so many in my life. The idea that we; touch, drop, move, charge, point, flip, snap, and click with our cell phones says something about personal feeling. The very idea of a fully virtual world with no human contact is scary. Feeling is never apart of the equation. Snapping a picture and clicking buttons is how we now express ourselves. The “Chains” are actually changes. Changes within our senses; we no longer have to feel one another. Clicking a button can allow us to say what we mean and not do as we feel. I myself am guilty of allowing my cell phone to express my feelings of remorse and happiness. Picking up the phone seem so much harder to do, when clicking is simply at my finger tips. I could probably go days without talking and only because, I perceive the emotion I’m trying to express is being received the way I intended. “Chains” is more than change, it is a means in which a generation may become tied down too and bound by in order to freely express. My chains of technology include my cell phone, two laptops, two desktop computers, my Nintendo DS, Nintendo Wii and my MP3 player. I have eight, how many do you have? I’m so afraid that these chains of technology that we as a society hold on to will one day hold onto us. No longer will they be chains, but instead we will be slaves carrying the lifeless “chains” that cannot freely express.