My first “smart
phone” was the DROID. Then, when it was time to upgrade, I splurged on an
iPhone because they were having a killer deal. It was like coming outside
on a sunny day after a long, dark winter! I’m so looking forward to the
app that washes my dishes, because that’s about the only thing this phone won’t
do yet! Now, I’m spoiled! "No flying cars yet?" she
wrote from a 2 inch by 4 inch pocket computer, instantaneously to subscribers
worldwide using only her right thumb. I love technology, and it's funny
to me how I am part of a generation that was once mesmerized by Lite-Brite
but now complains if we can't stream HD video on our phones!
The other day,
while waiting for Em outside the school, I was updating on of my apps and it
required me to re-read and accept the new “terms of use”. At the bottom
of the screen it said, “Page 1 of 45”. Whatever. I accept.
These smart phones have made us so lazy! No one knocks or rings the
doorbell anymore – we just sit outside and text, “I’m here!” It’s not
that we’re anti-social, it’s just that our phones got more interesting than
human interaction! And what's IN those "Terms & Conditions"
anyway? I scan quickly to make sure I'm not getting charged anything and
off we go!
Not many of us
are ever very far from our phones, if they’re not in our hand. The other
night, I actually fell asleep with my phone in my hand and nearly had a heart
attack when it suddenly vibrated. Gosh, I hope I didn’t accidently call
someone. I’ll tell ya, there’s no panic like trying to press “END CALL”
when you accidently send a call!
I’ve grown to
take mine for granted so much that I’ll check it to see what time it is and
then check it again because the first time I wasn’t paying attention. It
does everything! I must say, it’s quite annoying when I'm about to take a
great photo and somebody calls my camera!
Does anyone else’s texting speed automatically increase when you’re angry? How ‘bout that surge of terror when a text reads "Can I ask you a question?" Still, I can’t imagine my life without my iPhone. When it’s charging, I get this weird “I think I’m forgetting something” feeling. That’s sad, because I remember my life before smart phones. My first mobile phone resembled one of those old field phones you see in Vietnam war movies – a big, bulky box with a handset on a pigtail. I remember calling my Mom and telling her, “We’re calling you from our CAR! Yes, REALLY!”
I used to
think, “I’m not gonna fall for that.” I fell. Hard. I have a
bunch of apps that do all sorts of things to organize my life – no wonder my
memory is failing. Now if I could just find one that will whiten my teeth
and do Lasik eye surgery…oh and all my homework.
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