I had a rule never to use the phone except for texting and phoning for emergencies. I never wanted to end up looking like those zombie asocial idiots whom you would be talking to, while they're busy checking out their phones in total trance. That rude behavior exhibited by those retards drive me mad, and I never wanted to be one of that clan, ever.
But, at a certain point, you realize that you have to keep up with what the technology has to offer you. And so far, after a couple of months of having it, it has amazingly been so useful that I'm already wondering how I managed to survive in the pre-iPhonic era. Doh! Silly me. (Note to self: Goddamn bitch how many times have I told you not to use this "Silly Me" shit?)
Excuse my Swahili; it's a hot day.
Now, the challenge is not to slowly end up looking and behaving like those mobile slaves. I just loathe the sight of them! Last I remember was a scene from that Egyptian cafe in Dubai, buttloaded with the usual mega gigantic Egyptian cows, accompanying their 9-month-pregnant husbands, and all, and I mean all of them- which were a number between 300 and 500 people; did not exchange one word throughout their outing, for all I know!
Is that what we want? For the mobile phones to become extensions of our bodies? To replace people with machines? I've already had my share with that, and I'm an Internet addict since 1997! But at least I don't act like a total mobile zombie. Just not yet, and hopefully not ever. That is the challenge I'm taking.
Oh and by the way: