Written on May 25, 2020
Two days ago, I lost my phone. Every time I would announce that sad news to a person in my entourage, I would get a different reaction. But the most outstanding ones were: ‘’How the $%!# did you lose your phone???’’, ‘’Bro, how did you lose it during quarantine!!!’’, ‘’Are you serious; you’re kidding me, right?’’ and ‘’Hahahahahaha’’. Those are pretty common reactions (considering that this is the year 2020) because let's face it: our handheld device has literally become an extension of our physical selves, almost like an extra limb. No one would or could physically detach themselves from it. That's why nowadays, losing your phone sounds as outrageous and foolish as if you said you had misplaced a leg, lost an ear, or are looking for one of your eyes. This reflection serves as a criticism to express how mad I am at the low level of sympathy that I have received from my friends. Karma will get you!
When I first got my cellphone, I was amazed by its look and at all of the things it was capable of achieving. It gradually became a huge part of my life; it became my Mate. My friends were not impressed at the fact that my Mate was only a ‘’20’’; they thought a “30’’ would have made more sense for a guy like me. But I did not care; it was just a number. I was happy with it. I could always count on it to wake me up every morning and keep me linked to the whole world. Plus, we never had any connection problem. It was smart and gave me directions to where I needed to go. It had several qualities, especially with its image. It was the perfect match for me since I enjoy watching movies and YouTube videos. And even though it was a bit costly at times, I never hesitated to spend a couple of extra bucks on a nice little data plan.
But then, my phone disappeared. It was one of those days where I was acting in a nonchalant manner and was not paying attention to it. I am pretty sure that my Huawei simply had enough of being taken for granted and decided to slip out of my pocket. I must confess that at some point, I did stop taking care of it. I got used to its presence, and whenever I would walk by a mobile dealership at a mall, I would stare at all of the other gal...Galaxy products. My Mate took care of my schedule and every business meeting reminders, but despite all the favors it was was doing for me, I still wanted more gigs. To top it all off, I was constantly dropping it on the floor and almost broke it several times; but thank God I had used protection. What hurts the most is that my Huawei left with half of my stuff; I definitely should have signed up for a back up app. What is also embarrassing, is that instead of spending some time on my own and learning to live a Mateless life to practise mobile abstinence, I went back to my old phone. Wireless people able to disconnect from their mobile phones? OK, enough with the cheesy wordplay. The positive side to this story is that at the end of the day, it’s just a phone. However, sadly enough, I often hear the exact same story involving humans. The gap between us and technology is slowly becoming seamless.