I have to admit that my relationship with my phone is pretty much complicated. The main reason is that I use it for everything except to make calls, which is funny considering the basic function of a telephone is to make calls. I don’t know why I don’t like talking on the phone much. My friends already know that I am not much of a caller. I mostly receive calls, and except for a few people, I tend to end conversations quickly.
Maybe it’s because my favorite mode of communication happens through writing (message, whatsapp, emails, twitter, facebook…). But maybe it goes deeper than that. When I was in school, my fellow schoolmates used to call me only for help in their schoolwork, and it used to really depress me. I would complain to my diary that they’re using me and that they never even bother to tell me if they’re hanging out or something. So basically, the ringing phone was an indication for “School SOS.” And when it was exceedingly silent, the phone used to act as a reminder that I didn’t have many true friends and that I was a “loser” (in high school terminology), though now I just have to correct that by replacing the ‘s’ with an ‘n’.
But as my close friends would testify, I sorta make up for my lack of interest in making calls with my obsession with social media – which is why I have a phone in the first place. Since social media/emails requires me to type everything out instead of talk, they’re my favorite mode of keeping in touch with people, and of course, the fact that there is a wordpress application for the iphone is always a plus since I stay up-to-date with the interaction on my blog, which is why a phone like the one below would never have cut it…#ThankyouSteve
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