Cell Phones: The Technological Syringe
The gloomy, haze of light battles its way through my blinds. The coffee machine, like clockwork, begins to brew its glorious liquid. Before I can open my eyes, my alarm clock shouts an angry symphony, directly into my ears. It’s the morning. I turn over, slamming my hand directly on the ‘snooze’ button. Before I know it, I am high. Oh no, this isn’t just a typical drug. This drug has found its way into almost every home in America. This drug ends marriages, causes deaths, and ignites wars. This drug, is my cell phone. See, my cell phone serves at my side as an alarm clock, swift messenger, weather reporter, and much much more. I, more often than not, find myself quite reliant on my cell phone. While it has a tendency to bring me up, it most certainly can bring me down. Why do I keep going back? That’s because I am an addict. I am addicted, to a small device that fits into the …show more content…
Swipe, tap, and click. It may still be summer; however, but I always pray that my weather app will tell me different. Tell me that we will have a cold, cozy day. Tell me the sky is going to cry tears of ice. Tell me the sun will stay hidden, behind a barrier of clouds. More often than not, my weather app tells me that the blistering sun will radiate throughout the day. I have a sharp urge to reset my alarm, and snooze away the hot day. But I can’t. Against my personal judgment, I take a step off my cloud and plant myself onto the tan fibers of my floor. Like sand on my feet, my carpet maneuvers its way around. I take a deep breathe, throw my hands in the air, and I’m off. I make sure I have everything I need for my shower: my towel, my contacts, my toothbrush, and of course my phone. I’ve always questioned why I bring my phone with me on my trek to the shower. If you were to ask me, I’d simply say, “I don’t know.” Maybe it gives me a sense of security,
The gloomy, haze of light battles its way through my blinds. The coffee machine, like clockwork, begins to brew its glorious liquid. Before I can open my eyes, my alarm clock shouts an angry symphony, directly into my ears. It’s the morning. I turn over, slamming my hand directly on the ‘snooze’ button. Before I know it, I am high. Oh no, this isn’t just a typical drug. This drug has found its way into almost every home in America. This drug ends marriages, causes deaths, and ignites wars. This drug, is my cell phone. See, my cell phone serves at my side as an alarm clock, swift messenger, weather reporter, and much much more. I, more often than not, find myself quite reliant on my cell phone. While it has a tendency to bring me up, it most certainly can bring me down. Why do I keep going back? That’s because I am an addict. I am addicted, to a small device that fits into the …show more content…
Swipe, tap, and click. It may still be summer; however, but I always pray that my weather app will tell me different. Tell me that we will have a cold, cozy day. Tell me the sky is going to cry tears of ice. Tell me the sun will stay hidden, behind a barrier of clouds. More often than not, my weather app tells me that the blistering sun will radiate throughout the day. I have a sharp urge to reset my alarm, and snooze away the hot day. But I can’t. Against my personal judgment, I take a step off my cloud and plant myself onto the tan fibers of my floor. Like sand on my feet, my carpet maneuvers its way around. I take a deep breathe, throw my hands in the air, and I’m off. I make sure I have everything I need for my shower: my towel, my contacts, my toothbrush, and of course my phone. I’ve always questioned why I bring my phone with me on my trek to the shower. If you were to ask me, I’d simply say, “I don’t know.” Maybe it gives me a sense of security,