But I'm not trying to break up with anyone. It's just me talking to my cell phone.
See, I hate cell phones. They're a big annoyance hidden behind an immense convenience. In spite of myself
I've grown dependant on it and now looking at the little red blinking light has become a sort of an obsession that makes my heart rate spike depending upon the time of day (or night) that I glimpse at the blinking light.
That's why I say that it's not the phone's fault, but mine for letting it dominate me.
Can we start a selective "go back" movement along the lines of the "slow food" movement, or free cellphone weekends?
Sorry, I have to go. The light is blinking. I must have a call, a message, a pin, an e-mail or a what's up message...
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