I’m a gadget junkie and I have been since my husband brought me home my first cell phone about 10 years ago. I was never into beepers, I assumed they were for doctors and those in the “pharmaceutical sales” business. But that cell phone? Oh my word. It went everywhere with me, I even bought carrying cases in several different colors so it coordinated with my outfits. Yes, I was that into my cell. I remember my mom and sister asking me why I needed that much access (even though they were the main ones calling me) and I remember asking them “Why not?” At the time I had 4 small children at home and I was taking courses at one of the local colleges, access was a necessity.
I was happy with my little cell but then Verizon made the mistake of telling me that I could upgrade. UPGRADE! Every two years? For a few years, I followed the upgrade “rules” and only upgraded when my phone was due but then I found out that I could upgrade on my husband’s phone simply by having my number put on the upgraded phone. This meant he got my “old” phone and I took the newer model. I didn’t even bother to ask if he cared ~ I just wanted the new phone.
I was a woman possessed. “Old” cell phones were flying out of my hands left and right. I flipped for the flip phones. Slid into the sliders. And then I saw an ad for the BlackBerry and I was in love. But what to do? The husband’s phone wasn’t due for an upgrade and neither was mine. By now the kids had cell phones too (being active in sports, youth groups, etc, we really wanted to be able to keep in touch) but theirs weren’t due either. For almost a year I had to wait. Agony.
Then it happened. On 30 May 2009, I walked into the Verizon store and picked up my BlackBerry Storm. Never has a bond formed more quickly between mother and child. Shhhhh, don’t tell my kids. And like any proud momma, I instantly started taking pictures of our new addition and telling everyone all about her. I decorated her with pretty little faceplates and wallpapers that ranged from the cute and frilly to the sexy and hawt. And, somewhere in between, my family found their way onto her little square face. Yes, it was true love. I even joined mommy and me BlackBerry groups to discuss all things BlackBerry and to celebrate all of her milestones.
Then I saw the Droid.
I had to have him. So yesterday I abandoned my child and adopted a Droid. The Droid is all boy. He’s nothing like my sweet little BlackBerry Storm. His voice is deep, his edges are hard and his face is just a bit hostile. I really wish that I had had access to his family history, bet there are some real gems there. You see, Droid and I are involved in an antagonistic relationship ~ I want him to allow me to access Twitter and Facebook, read my emails and delete them when I’m finished. And he doesn’t. Guess who’s winning the battle of wills?
There is no give and take in this relationship. That bond that usually forms is nonexistent. In fact, I didn’t even take any pictures of him to celebrate his introduction to the rest of the family. Could the problem be me? Am I only able to bond with pliable tech gadgets? I don’t know what to do…