I Think I Hate My Phone!


Its weird how many of the bad decisions I have made can be linked to my phone. I am sitting here trying to remember what my life was, who I was  before the advent of the  cell phone, and I am almost afraid to remember.

Before I fell in love with my phone, I had more friends that’s for sure because I actually took the time to get to know people rather than zipping over to their social media profiles to feast on the crumbs of their personalities that they choose to share online. I knew where my friends lived because I couldn’t send a random hey, how are you doing? Text, I actually had to get up and go see them. I think I listened more to people and to my pastor because I wasn’t distracted by the different colour notifications that pop up on my screen: violet for whatsapp, red for BBM, dark blue for facebook, purple for gmail and yahoo. If I was talking or listening to you, you had my undivided attention.

I couldn’t hide behind my screen to apologize for my wrong doings or express my love for anyone, if I hurt someone I had to look at the person and apologize to their face. Before I had my phone I knew not what web md was and I didn’t have the paranoia that every headache I have is an aneurysm waiting to explode and kill me. I guess what I am trying to say is that I was a whole other person before than I am now and I don’t quite know how I feel about that.

I think I might hate my phone, well hate is a strong word but I am not quite sure how I feel about this phone right now…

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