My Cellphone
I used to be so attached to my cellphone, like it were a lifeline connected to me -- a vein, an umbilical cord. Back then I needed to feel 24 hours connected to whoever, whatever, that was a phone call away. I felt it gave a sense of security, a guarantee for me not to drift into the blackhole of detachedness, loneliness, of being an island. Time was when I got my affirmation from the number of times I got called and text messaged, even if these were corny pass-on jokes I really couldn't stand, moreso the graphics made of letters painstakingly assembled, I'm sure, by whoever that had that much time in his/her hands.
My cellphone had its use, that's true. It was conveniently there when I needed to connect, the button to press when my senseless compulsions got the better of me. It had been privy to my secrets, the ones that remained hidden even from my closest friends. It had been my loyal accomplice, slept with me - clasped in my hand - at night, my cellphone.
And then came a time when what seemed so important at first, fulfilled the purpose already, and slowly faded into something that ran out its use. Back then the Ode To Joy was the ringtone to portend of something good to happen - now it's gone from my ringtone list. These days I'm reconnected, again, to be sure that my loved one knows where I'm at, when we're not together, seldom as that may happen. And these days, his calls ring Happy Birthday, and I sure feel like having birthdays as often as I can.
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My cellphone had its use, that's true. It was conveniently there when I needed to connect, the button to press when my senseless compulsions got the better of me. It had been privy to my secrets, the ones that remained hidden even from my closest friends. It had been my loyal accomplice, slept with me - clasped in my hand - at night, my cellphone.
And then came a time when what seemed so important at first, fulfilled the purpose already, and slowly faded into something that ran out its use. Back then the Ode To Joy was the ringtone to portend of something good to happen - now it's gone from my ringtone list. These days I'm reconnected, again, to be sure that my loved one knows where I'm at, when we're not together, seldom as that may happen. And these days, his calls ring Happy Birthday, and I sure feel like having birthdays as often as I can.
Filed Under: Stuff
Tags: Happy Birthday, Ode To Joy
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