Years went by, and upgrades went unused and I found myself using the same cell phone for the better half of a decade. I don't even understand how it was even compatible with newer phones and programs. It had no color features: only a green screen and one font. It could not go on the internet, I could not download ringtones and I could not text anyone (Gasp!).
Finally, after an intervention with my friends telling me I desperately needed to upgrade my piece, I succombed to the pressure and bought myself a Blackberry.
Talk about an upgrade. Having this this phone is like carrying a mini personal assistant in my purse. I can simultaneously check my calender, complete my to do list, call a friend, poke someone special on Facebook and navigate my way through Boston, all the while purchasing a small island off the Florida.
But with all these amazing and life changing features, come one problem: the blackberry addiction.
I'm utterly addicted to my phone like a bad habbit. I sleep with my blackberry on the unused pillow next to me in bed. I check my phone when I know no one has called. I hold my phone in my hand when I walk to class, go grocery shopping and even while I drive just incase I get some sort of new notification.
I have no purpose for having a Blackberry other then the fact that I had a free upgrade, but I love every second of owning one now. I feel like I should own some sort of members only jacket and beep at people who pass me that are holding one too. You know, the whole "It's a Jeep Thing" campaign?
All in all, I'm glad my friends intervened with my age-old cell phone and made me upgrade. However, they may have a new intervention slowly approaching...
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