I finally have a phone to call my own.
I’ve been one of the biggest cellphone holdouts among my group of friends – futilely railing against the technology for the better part of a decade. And now I’ve finally succumbed – and in the most complete way. I’ve entered the cult of iPhone.
Okay, this is a bit of exaggeration. Junkii and I have shared a cell phone for years. and technically, I’ve even had my own phone for more than a year – ever since junkii got his iPhone and I inherited our old shared phone. But that phone never quite felt like it was mine – I think mainly because it was set up with a pay-as-you-go system. The phone always felt like it was only for emergency use.
So this time, I’ve entered into a monthly contract and I can use it whenever I want. This time it feels like my possession.
I had planned to get one when I heard the iPhone4 was being released, but I talked myself out of it because I didn’t feel I needed the extra expense. Junkii roped me back in last weekend when he revealed that his employer had been offered corporate pricing on a good iPhone plan from Telus. He placed the order late last week and, on Friday, I arrived home to my new phone.
So what took me so long?
I don’t know what it is about technological change that bothers me so much. I actually have a negative visceral response to it, despite that fact that, in the end, it usually turns out to be a change for the better. I guess it’s just the bother of figuring out new ways of doing stuff. It’s onerous and I’m lazy. Hope I can change – because I don’t want to wind up as the old man who curses “today’s youth and their new-fangled thingamajigs!”
The next challenge will be to learn how to use my new iMac (ordered form apple and arriving in the next week or two). Let’s see how long it takes Junkii to get tired of me complaining as he helps me adapt.