I never knew how much my phone meant to me until it almost died. It seems to have become a part of me. There are times when I can have it with me, in my pocket, and look around my room trying to find it. But my cell phone isn't the only electronic that has become an extra limb for me. My iPod is also always with me, so I can just pull it out if I am bored or have nothing else to do. Going onto my computer has become a daily ritual, checking Facebook and my emails. So I have quite an array of electronics to choose from at any one time.
I was recently in Mississippi, and I thought to myself, 'Wow
what a lovely day! The pool looks so pretty so why not sit on the edge of the pool and take a picture with my lovely cousin?' So, I set up the camera and then ran to the other side of the pool and sat down then scooted up to the edge. We had been trying to take the picture two or three times so the edge of the pool was slippery. Naturally being the fabulously graceful person that I am, I felt myself accidently slide right into the pool. My cousin and I started to laugh and then she gasped and said, "Corynn, your phone!" My eyes widened and my mouth fell open. I quickly pulled my brand new phone out of my back pocket and practically threw it at my cousin and said, "Open it!" We tried so hard to get the case off, but no matter how hard we tried it would not open. Then we decided the case wasn't worth saving so we snapped it off. The phone turned on and off while vibrating and I swore it was going to die. I needed to get the battery out. I had to use a knife to pop the back cover off and then I had my cousin go inside and blow-dry the battery and the rest of the phone, while I was drying myself off outside. When I finally got inside, I quickly changed my clothes and then started pacing around my phone, waiting for it to get out of 'rice surgery'. I had never been so nervous in my life. Here I was, in Mississippi, and all of my friends that I talk to are all the way in California. The only way I was able to communicate with them was by texting. When it came time (the next day) to see if my phone had survived or not, I put it all back together and waited. I pushed the power button and it turned 'on'. Boy, was I lucky! Sure the battery died in a matter of minutes, but at least I knew that I didn't need a whole new phone. So we went to Radio Shack and I got a new battery for my phone.
This seems more like a personal narrative than anything else, but I didn't mean for that to be the case. I think it's really interesting how much I truly depended on my phone and how much it would have affected me if I was not be able to talk to my friends for a few days or even a few weeks. Now, I feel like I don't need my phone as much because I was able to make it through a day and a half without it, just fine. I was able to truly be 'present' and connect with the people I was with, instead of trying so hard to stay in touch with people I was longing to see, again soon. I noticed that the less I looked at my phone, the more memorable moments I was able to make with the family and friends I was with, in the moment.
Cell phones and electronics help me capture and keep 'moments in time' through pictures, videos and silly messages. But, they also take away my energy and time that could be used to make even more memories with the people I'm actually visiting with.