Losing phone, losing mind

Published 9:30 pm Wednesday, April 29, 2009

I always thought those people who were so attached to their possessions were ridiculous.

“I would die without my iPod.” Or, “I don’t know what I would do without my Mac.”

These statements just seem too much – too tragic to be taken seriously.

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Really? You would literally lose your life if your MP3 player were somehow taken from you?

And you don’t know what you would do without your Apple computer?

I mean, I don’t know your personal circumstances, but I’m pretty sure you could start off by just, well, using a PC.

But as much as I like to mock how entranced my friends and some family members are with their technology, I can no longer pretend I am not part of that crowd.

This weekend, I lost my cell phone.

Sunday evening, I searched in vain for my phone. That afternoon, I had been all over town running some errands, but assumed I had left my phone at home.


It was nowhere. My house looked like a crime scene: couch and chair cushions strewn everywhere, furniture moved around and the contents of every drawer piled up on tables.

Sunday night, I sat in my room in borderline grief.

My phone is not just my cell phone — it’s really my house phone, address book, alarm clock (my real alarm clock is just not as trusty), calendar and even, in the necessary conditions, flashlight.

As I started to think of all the messages and calls I was missing and how I would have to rely on the old clock for the morning, I began to think of how I could not function without a new phone. Yes, that’s right, Suffolk, I was making the exact tragic statements as all the rest.

First thing Monday morning I trekked up to my phone store and got a brand new phone.

And I felt my first real relief in more than 18 hours.

Now, as fate would have it, this is not the end of the story.

Tuesday evening, I realized I had thrown away the instructions to a new platter I had purchased last weekend. I wanted to see if said platter was dishwasher safe. As I went to retrieve the box from my kitchen trashcan, what did my eyes spy in the bottom of the bin? Oh, yes, the original cell phone – sitting perfectly straight against the side.

So, let this be a lesson to all of us: The thing we hold closest to us will be the thing we somehow manage to throw away.