Out of Touch

I am addicted to technology. Cell phones, specifically. I try to remember how simple life was when everyone didn't have a cell phone. Like when I was in college. If we were out, and someone got split up from the group, we basically had no way to communicate. You hoped and prayed that you would catch up with your friends, but often times, you didn't.

When I admit that I am addicted to my cell phone, I don't think I really mean "addicted" in the truest sense. When I am in a meeting, for instance, I won't answer my cell phone. When I am at the movies, I heed the warnings. While I text people on a regular basis, I don't think I am as obsessive as some people.

I lost my cell phone last night during the Loyola Reunion. It was a strange--but really fun--night. My friend, Pat, left his phone in a cab, I have no clue what happened to mine, and when I woke up this morning, I had my friend, Ivan's iPhone. It was a pain to try and backtrack to figure out where the phone may be, but luckily I have insurance. I'll have another phone in two days. I feel a bit lost. I feel like someone may need to get a hold of me and not be able to reach me. It's a strange feeling. Yeah, stupidity!