"The worker who sleeps with BlackBerry within touching distance, the girl sitting alone in the cafe but texting furiously while waiting for a friend, the woman on the bus on her mobile telling a friend that the test was negative for chlamydia, the solo traveller who Skypes home most nights from the hostel in Borneo, and the TV personality who tells you via Twitter that right now he is running a bath.
These are all symptoms of the death of our ability to be alone…
We are not just relinquishing our alone time, but we are gleefully sacrificing it, and doing so for multiple data streams, and even so our employer can contact us around the clock. Is the 11pm call from the boss better than nothing, silence, being disconnected - and perhaps missing out?"
-The Sydney Morning Herald, July 4
A little too penetrating considering my current situation. Less than 24 hours have passed since I've been without my beloved Blackberry.
Sadly, my life has come to a screeching halt. My thumbs are basically useless without the full qwerty keyboard of my Blackberry Curve.
I'm pretty peeved at how incapcitated and disconnected I actually feel (and I'm fully aware of how annoying this all sounds) but I suppose this feeling is the immediate consequence of having been spoiled by Blackberry-brand instant gratification for so long and knowing so many people with unlimited texting plans. (And on a more serious note, what if I end up in a dangerous situation before I get a replacement?)
Oh Blackberry, I'll never drop you again! Just come back soon and promise never to leave my side.
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