I feel naked. I don’t mean that in the sense that I am standing in the middle of the University Union wearing no clothes, but I feel like something is missing.
My cell phone. My phone decided to take a vacation because, apparently, I used it too much.
OK, the truth is I left my cell phone in my husband’s truck. He works out of town and, well, my phone went with him.
I know it sounds like I use my phone all the time and everyone calls me. But that’s not the case. The only person that seems to use up my minutes is the editor in chief of the Mustang Daily, and she just calls to ask questions about my stories.
Really, I don’t use my phone all that much. I occasionally call my husband and my mom, but most conversations do not last more than 10 minutes. So why do I miss my phone so much?
Well, I do miss being able to make calls and receive, haha, calls. But I think there is more to the problem.
It all comes down to security. I feel more secure when I have my phone with me.
I don’t think people realize how dependent we are on our phones. I suggested that some of the staff of the Mustang Daily try not having their phones for a couple of days and, well, I received a bunch of “forget its.”
Even though I don’t use my phone that much, I still feel like I am going through withdrawals. I go to check the phone and make sure it is on silent when I am in class, but it is not there.
I check for messages every time I get out of class, and again, the phone is not there. Damn. Old habits are hard to break.
A week feels like an eternity. OK, that is a little over-dramatic, especially since I will be without my phone for only five days.
But every time I see someone using a cell phone, I realize that I am without mine. It sucks. There is no other way to describe it.
It makes me sad to realize I am this dependent on an object that on occasion costs me a fortune, but it all goes back to that feeling.
When I have my cell phone, I feel secure. Without it, I am lost.