Addiction
This past week I have come to the realization that I am officially a cell phone addict. I should have seen it coming. All the signs were there.
When I first got a cell phone, I said the same thing as everybody else. “I can just turn it off.” And at the beginning, that’s the way it was. I was independent, and my phone was merely a tool to be left at home or taken along according to my will. But then I began to experience “cell phone creep.” The phone became an entity unto itself, unwilling to be left behind. And should the phone be neglected, it would wreak its psychological revenge. The uncomfortable feeling of missing weight in my left front pocket. The phantom call vibrations on my leg, causing me to feel for the nonexistent phone. The near panic of being disconnected from the social communications network that has come to comprise my world. These are but a few of the many symptoms of phone withdrawl that I have experienced, and yet I still wasn’t willing to give up my illusion of control.
But it gets worse. There is yet another dimension to my addiction. When I bought my first phone, I was in cell phone sales. I felt that in order to be an effective salesperson, I had to buy the nicest phone with all the gadgets: the camera, the voice dial, the MP3 ringtone player, and the plethora of other options of dubious value. I no longer sell cell phones, but I still have the phone, and I have come to rely on the multitudinous features. Forget the fact that putting anything into the daytimer program is an arduous process, and the voice dial has proven to be too much effort to utilize effectively. I need these functions. I’m addicted.
This brings me to the means whereby I finally recognized my addiction. My contract with T-Mobile is at an end, and I am about to migrate my number to Verizon wireless in order to join my parents’ family plan, and along with this occasion, I will need a new phone. However, as I have looked at phones, I realized that I wouldn’t, couldn’t use one of the free phones. It has to be one of the nice ones. I am not just addicted to having a cell phone any more. I’m addicted to having a nice one.
They say that with addiction, sometimes it takes hitting rock bottom before you realize your predicament. Perhaps I’ve hit that point. But at least you can get ahold of me no matter where I am. And that’s worth it, right?
September 4th, 2005 at 8:05 pm
A cell phone addiction…well that’s different but I think it is a lot healthier then being addicted to other horrible things..As long as you dont abuse your phone..You should publish your phone number online..
September 6th, 2005 at 5:04 pm
Wow, Michelle… that’s one way to get someone’s digits. Just ask them to publish their number online. Maybe we should just make a towering intellect phone directory. That’ll help us all with the phone addiction thing ;o). Here, I’ll start. My # is 860-3139. I’m single, 5′11”, brown hair, green eyes, and love pina colada slurpees, getting caught in the rain, and long walks on the beach. If you call, ask for Nate.
September 7th, 2005 at 5:37 pm
MMM..Pina Coladas.. By the way.. Your writing skills are brilliant, you write like a pro..not a type o in sight..
September 8th, 2005 at 12:20 pm
Thank you… that’s quite a compliment. So, I hear you’re a Texan…
September 8th, 2005 at 4:48 pm
I hate to cut into the conversation, but I thought I would give my friend illuminate some advice about Texas girls… Having spent some time there myself I have discovered that the stereotype is true, everything in Texas is bigger - or, at least everyone from Texas likes to think so - Rather than telling her you like long walks on the beach tell her that you like Ford F-150’s and pitbulls. You may also gain some points by telling her that you own a shotgun and several other large guns that you use when you are huntin’ in your Ford.
September 9th, 2005 at 1:51 pm
Thanks Capitan! Hey, Michelle… guess what? I like Ford F-150’s and pitbulls. I don’t have a gun, but if I did it would be big. So… what do you think about that?
September 11th, 2005 at 1:11 am
I dont like guns much, pitbuls are too big.. I like yorkies!…I’m not into trucks either..But some DDR, Final Fantasy and Super spicy Indian food is awesome!!! Oh and ties…lots of guys in ties!!!
See Nate your perfect already!!!
September 11th, 2005 at 11:43 am
Woah! Dude, that’s awesome! I guess honesy is the best policy. I’m not a big truck guy. I drive a Civic… it’s a beater. Never had Indian food, but I’m game for tryin’ it. I love ties… I just bought 3 the other day. And, no, I’m not perfect (though some would say so)… I’m just very close to being perfect. From what I’m reading, you’re pretty close as well ;o).
September 11th, 2005 at 9:12 pm
Again I must cut in… What is a “yorkie”? Can anyone help me out with this one?
September 11th, 2005 at 10:07 pm
Yorkie:
Yorkshire terrier
n.
Any of a breed of toy terrier developed in Yorkshire and having a long, silky, bluish-gray coat.
-The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, Fourth Edition
September 11th, 2005 at 11:49 pm
Thanks. Did you quote that from memory?
September 12th, 2005 at 2:21 pm
Wouldn’t suprise me…
September 13th, 2005 at 1:34 pm
This is a bit random but…
I was confused with all the Nates! But it’s okay now, I now know that there is different Nate’s, we should call one good Nate and the other BAD Nate..N.K is a good guy though so he cant be the bad Nate..Hmmm..random-ness owns!
September 14th, 2005 at 8:04 pm
Oh, so I’m ‘Bad Nate’ by default then, huh? Great. How wonderful. Thanks for that. ;o)
September 14th, 2005 at 9:25 pm
No problem “Bad Nate”..:D
September 15th, 2005 at 12:43 am
I figure I should just take this whole ‘Bad Nate’ thing and run with it. I’m bad to the core. I’m so bad that I’m working on super villan status. I’m formulating a plan to take over the world and become the Evil Overlord who rules you all. What’s my devious plan you ask? Well, I’ll tell you (as all Evil Overlords do)… I plan on destroying the worlds lima bean supplies. It’s a proven fact that those individuals who eat their daily dose of lima beans are 35.92% smarter and 51.7% healthier than your average non-lima-bean-eating individuals. After the worlds lima bean supplies have been destroyed, or stored away in my top secret lima bean storage silos, the worlds population will either become 35.92% stupider or 51.7% fatter giving me the obvious physical and mental upper hand. I will then proceed to take over our fat, stupid world with my heavily armed, physically fit, and uncannily intelligent goon squad. You’ll never know what hit you… and even if you did, you’d all be too stupid, or too fat to do anything about it! BWA HA HA HA HAAAAAAA (menacing evil overloard laugh)!!!!!
-’Bad Nate’, future Evil Overloard of the World!!!!
September 15th, 2005 at 10:10 am
Hmm..lima beans, goons and top secret storage..sounds like the best evil villain idea I have heard so far..
heh “Bad Nate”..
Anyone notice how the subject turned from Cell Phone Addiction to lima beans and naughty aspiring overlords???Or is just me?
September 15th, 2005 at 12:33 pm
it’s just you.
September 15th, 2005 at 1:46 pm
Hooray it is just me..aint I just a party in a box, Woot!
September 15th, 2005 at 9:07 pm
Wait a second, I think I saw that same plot crumble to pieces on a beloved cartoon I used to watch called animaniacs featuring Pinky and The Brain. Classic!
September 16th, 2005 at 12:56 am
That show ruled!! Yea it does a lot like that though..:)