Friday, 18 May 2012

A day without my berry

I need to confess or rather oust myself on how I’m unable to function without my berry. Be that as it may, I know I’m not the only one, there’s thousands of us or even millions who won’t admit how addicted they are to social networks. And I’m one of them.

A couple of days ago, I mistakenly left my beloved berry at home and it was evident that it was one of the most among many terrible days I have ever had. On a bad day, I usually vent out on twitter or on facebook about what grinds my pancreas or simply spill out that bag of emotions that sits heavily in my heart, but on that day, I couldn’t.

In fact, all my emotions propelled me to write how annoying it is to see people tweeting or smiling with their phones. I actually understood why non-berry owners are forever uttering the bad things about blackberry when they’re actually suffering from a severe condition of FOMO (fear of missing out). Yes I’ll confess, the girl who was endlessly smiling with her phone that day who happened to sit next to me made me jealous, sick and actually, I got to a point where I wish I could make her blackberry disappear just until it hits 4pm when I would head home. But, alas, I wasn’t man enough to do such and my envy was slowly turning into a blackberry hater for a day, just like owners of other cellphone brands.

Very often you would hear owner of other cellphone brands throwing their not-so needed comments on blackberry and I’ve heard a lot of those, enough to write a 350 paged book on blackberry haters. Haters whom some have turned into lovers of the BB.  But, fear not, I won’t oust you. Not now anyway.  I actually understand the aggressiveness you showed towards us – blackberry users.

 On that day, I was morosely sitting all alone not knowing what to do with myself and not even coffee could fill the void left by my blackberry. Even though my laptop was with me (which the internet was not a problem), I still felt like I was missing out or I was used to having a simplified version of a PC in my hand. How I forgot it still beats me today as it was my first time doing so.

Normally, in the morning I chuck everything in my shoulder bag (my other biggest obsession) – keys, phones, the works, but on that day, I must have made one terrible mistake after 2 and half years of owning a berry, a mistake which I shall never make again.

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