Cell phone half life

About 2 years ago I got my first cell phone. I was happy and excited because now, finally I would be able to join in with my friends in the world of instant and continuous connectivity. I exchanged numbers with my friends and was always kept up to date and whatever was going on. However soon after this honeymoon period with my phone set in the realization of what it was actually doing. The phone was my portal to my social life. It mediated where I was and when I would be going there. When I had it with me I always felt like at any moment I could get a text message and then I would be off to another party. However this did not last, I found I was simply chitchatting with people on my phone instead of going to hangout with them. Not only that, but people expected me to be at their beck and call because I had my cell phone; it became and expectation that I would answer no matter where I was. I was no longer the one they were trying to get in touch with; they wanted to get in touch with my phone. The phrase: “I sent you a text message” became the common excuse for not being informed and a series of daily messages consisting of basically the same format and questions became as sorry excuse for a relationship. This was amplified when text messaging became the preferred means of communication by my employer. Suddenly my phone mediated my entire life and I was perilous to do anything about it. I was finally rescued from this stated of phone tag friendships and orders accompanied by emoticons when I came to university. In residence I was finally able to have face to face real conversations with people when I wanted to talk to them and my phone is now collecting dust on my desk.