love/hate cellphone
Tuesday, September 29, 2009 by Andy
At the beginning of the year we learnt about 'master slave dialect ‘and today, when my cell phone broke, I realized that I agree with Luke when he says we both love and hate technology and that by having a slave this meant that I was weakened and became dependant on technology.
Well in a sense my cell phone was my slave. It could do all the things I could not or did not want to do. It could send a message to someone who was too far away for me to talk to directly, it could do things that I became too lazy to do, like remember cell phone numbers off the top of my head and it would wake me up in the morning with an annoying shrill song that got louder and louder. But like a bad master, I abused it, I dropped it a dozen times, I never let it ‘sleep’, it was constantly on, or being charged. It began to get tired and sometimes it would not receive messages if it had not been turned off recently. I got annoyed, even though I knew it needed to be turned off more often, I couldn’t help but feel angry and only ever quickly turned it on and off when it refused to receive messages. Even when it was only doing what was required of it by waking me up in the morning; I blamed the technology for disrupting my sleep. In this way I hated it
Only when it finally had enough of the abuse and it refused to turn on, I realized that I love my cell phone despite, hating it earlier on. As my slave I had become so dependent on it that without realizing it, until it died.
Well in a sense my cell phone was my slave. It could do all the things I could not or did not want to do. It could send a message to someone who was too far away for me to talk to directly, it could do things that I became too lazy to do, like remember cell phone numbers off the top of my head and it would wake me up in the morning with an annoying shrill song that got louder and louder. But like a bad master, I abused it, I dropped it a dozen times, I never let it ‘sleep’, it was constantly on, or being charged. It began to get tired and sometimes it would not receive messages if it had not been turned off recently. I got annoyed, even though I knew it needed to be turned off more often, I couldn’t help but feel angry and only ever quickly turned it on and off when it refused to receive messages. Even when it was only doing what was required of it by waking me up in the morning; I blamed the technology for disrupting my sleep. In this way I hated it
Only when it finally had enough of the abuse and it refused to turn on, I realized that I love my cell phone despite, hating it earlier on. As my slave I had become so dependent on it that without realizing it, until it died.