Cell Addiction

I heard this chick in WaWa tonight about a hour ago while I was in line waiting to pay for my heroin hotdogs, crying & cunt-ting to her friend about how upset and lost she feels because she lost her cell.

The voices subsided for a second (ha!) and the wheels started to spin and got me thinking how I'd feel if I lost my cell and TBH I wouldn't care!

I keep contacts written on a piece of paper anyway J.I.C some dumb shit like that happened. No BS, I really, really wouldn't care. WTF I just got a cell back a few months ago after not having one for 2 years anyway.

A phone to DMD is a convenient peice of technology, one I do enjoy don't get me wrong but it is not essential to my everyday life.

If I left my phone home and was 50 feet away I'd say fuck it, it's just not meant to be today. I call it a stalker tracker anyway but guaranteed the 99.9 percent of you would lose your fucking mind.

You would be lost without it. Agitated till you got it back. You would be thinking and worrying the whole time about who called, who texted, who looked at it or used it, etc. Worrying about how to log onto FB, forgetting about your computer.

Your cell has control over your emotions. You are it's slave, it owns you, in short you are it's bitch and it your daddy!
You made the convenient a necessity. A must have.

Am I wrong? If you think so then DMD challenges you to try and go one day, 24 little hours without your heroin, your master & see.

On a side not quick question, what would you do if all technology failed? DMD would like to know.