The phone that is no longer a phone
My phone has become one of those things that I can no longer live without. I use it all the time and when I misplace it I get sweaty palms and heart palpitations. The interesting thing about this is that while my phone is in fact called a phone, I have almost completely stopped using it as one.
Looking at my monthly bill I realize that the amount of time I spend using the phone as a phone is minuscule. I make roughly 6-7 calls a month, resulting in a whopping 10-12 minutes of call time. I send somewhere around 10-15 text messages. A month. (Can you tell I’m not a phone person?) Yet this contraption is stuck to the palm of my hand like it was super glued.
Instead of using my phone for phone purposes, I use it for a variety of other random things. I have insomnia. This means I spend a lot of time in the dark. Unfortunately my eyesight is not really top notch, so it also involves a lot of throbbing toes. Until I got my phone, who’s light now guides me everywhere.
Lately I’ve also started listening to podcasts as I (try) to fall asleep. I found my way to radiolab.org in some fashion I can no longer remember and I only had to listen for a few minutes to get hooked. So now I fall asleep to stories about mathematics and parasites streaming in to my ear through the magic of my phone.
Dear phone that is no longer a phone. Don’t ever leave. Love, Kissowa.
Hahha, I’d be the same if I had a cool android or iphone. But alas, I’m stuck with a stupid crapberry, so it’s not great at things like the internet. Oh well, there is always brickbreaker and sudoku.
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