I always mocked the folks who took their cell phones everywhere and anywhere. I imagined them sleeping with the things, cuddling up and kissing them goodnight. My attitude was, "That's so pathetic!"
Then, I lost my cell phone on Monday.
The world changed.
Suddenly, I felt naked, scared, confused. I couldn't get in touch with anyone. I tried to find it, but it was gone. It had disappeared in the garden center of a home improvement store. All was not right with the universe.
Yesterday, I got a new cell phone, one with a camera (which I said I'd never do). I loved it. I gently massaged it. I walked around with it. I held it tight. I took it into the bathroom with me. I never let it out of my sight.
This morning, it occurred to me that I have, indeed, become "one of them."
Oh, well.
Wait... is that a ring tone I hear...?
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