By Christian Lemon Originally published at http://www.thirdoptionmen.org/blog/hate-cell-phone/ on March 22, 2011.
I hate your cell phone. I hate the way your head is always bent over your cell phone. I hate the way the screen lights your face at night. I hate the way you text in traffic. I hate your apps. I hate how you feel the need to be connected to an infinite electronic world every second of the day. I hate how every question can be answered by your phone. I hate how it gives you directions. I hate, that with your phone, you can find your way.
I hate that you might be reading this on your cell phone.
I hate that your cell phone gives you comfort. Your cell phone is always with you, just within reach. You feel lost without it. Your cell phone will never gather dust. Your cell phone will never be forgotten. It may be upgraded, or traded in for a new model, but your cell phone will endure. You will not give it up.
I hate that when you need a little light, you pull out your cell phone. When you gaze at the night sky, you do it through the eyes of your cell phone. When you need to talk someone you use your cell phone – not to talk, but to send a message. Your cell phone separates you. Your cell phone divides you. Your cell phone keeps you a safe distance from the others, the others and their cell phones.
I hate when you meet someone for the first time you make sure they see your cell phone. You both discuss cell phones. You talk about how much you love your cell phones. You list all the amazing features of your cell phone. You both laugh about your reliance on cell phones, and you proudly proclaim you couldn’t live without it. You sit, within inches of one another, but are somewhere else, taken away by your cell phones.
I find myself jealous. Jealous of your cell phone. I wish I was the first thing you reached for in the morning. I wish you carried me with you everywhere. I wish I was what you brag about, read about, thought about. I wish I was the reason you bonded with someone. I wish you felt the burning need to talk about me, whenever you met someone new. I wish I could shed a little light when you need it. I wish you would allow me to provide a little direction when you are lost. I wish you would think of me when you gaze at the night sky.
I’m jealous. Always have been. Always will be. I hate your cell phone.
