The marvels of modern technology rarely amaze me anymore. It’s the pitfalls caused by the abundance of it that make my mouth drop. Maybe I’m just living halfway through a generation behind me. I have succumbed to the modern leash, otherwise known as a cellphone. Considering I’ve made myself available twenty-four hours a day to anyone with my phone number, would it really be too much to ask that I actually receive phone calls?
By the quickly shrinking size of cell phones and the numerous capabilities the “average,” or shall I say “standard” phone now includes, you’d think somewhere along the way whoever is working in project development could still find a way to keep the basic functions…well…functioning. The only shock I’ve ever had over a cell phone is that my phone doesn’t even acknowledge all the calls it receives. At first I was puzzled when one of my friends was telling me he’d been calling, or was giving me a hard time about how I never returned his calls. Figuring he was just giving me shit, because that’s what we do best with each other, I paid no attention to it. Over time I realized, he was correct. My phone failed to save a call, or ring at least once a day. Imagine how many angry wives out there are making false (but still possibly true) accusations of infidelity against her husband due to the fact that he didn’t answer his phone.
I went in to my cellular phone provider one day requesting a new phone number, and a new phone. I assumed I had just caused so much damage, i.e. dropping it in puddles, letting it freeze while snowboarding, throwing it. You know, typical traumas that occur through the process of daily life. I stared at the phones with one thought: “how am I not supposed to lose these things?” In the end, I chose the largest phone. I figured it would be the only one to hold a chance against my habitual misplacing of commonly used objects.
My phone looks like a wonder of modern technology. It’s sleek, compact, silver (this is where people start to ‘ooo’ and ‘awwwe’) there are three buttons on the outside to control the ringing options, sound level and some function I haven’t yet figured out. When it’s flipped open its face surface doubles. The buttons are flat and have a neat blue back lighting so I can see them in the dark. The screen, large enough and with a high enough resolution to see from two feet away, also has a screen saver. I haven’t figured out why it needs that. I can also send e-mails, text messages, take pictures, connect to the internet, keep all my appointments in a date book, play billiards, golf, and electronically skip stones (because apparently no one goes to the beach, golf course or to the bar for pool). I can also keep short video clips and make little songs on something called a “moto-mixer.” There seems to be every possible type of sound already on my phone, and what sound isn’t there I can record. The same goes for pictures and screen savers. You can pick a screen saver that moves. I really hope there aren’t people who sit and watch these. I’m not sure why else the function and image would be necessary.
I’ve learned all this after exploring my new little technological wonder. But, alas I have also learned this: this phone doesn’t receive all the calls made to it either. I understand technology has glitches. But would it really be too much to ask that my phone rings when it should?
this was the first “short essay” for my last english class a couple years back.