Today is day 7 without a cell phone. It has been far too long since I have called home, and there have been many people that I would have liked to have been able to get in contact with. And since I now no longer have an alarm clock or any kind of clock in my room, I have also taken to sleeping on the couch in the living room to ensure that I wake up in time for my daily activities
One of the most interesting aspects of being without my phone is recognizing how frequently I think that I hear it. Now, keep in mind, my phone is always on vibrate...unless it is on silent. So I have become quite adept at discerning muffled vibrations. It has been a quite frequent occurrence over this past week for me to think that I feel or hear my phone vibrating. And then I realize that it doesn't exist. It happens at least twice a day. I think I feel a vibration in my pocket...oh wait. I think I hear a familiar buzz...no dice. It reminds me of the concept of phantom limbs. My plight is, or course, in no way even close to comparable in intensity to that of a person who has lost a limb, but the idea of feeling something that is no longer present does perhaps parallel the sensation at a much lesser level.
I finally went to acquire a replacement phone. I will get it on Wednesday. Until then, I am hoping that I will be able to find someone with an old, unused Verizon phone who will allow me to use it as a horcrux for housing my phone-number-soul. And while it is not exactly like a horcrux (mostly because I won't be murdering anyone, and partly because my phone number and soul are not the same things...oh, and also because I'm not magic), I would be quite happy to be able to house my phone-soul in that inanimate object.
The more I think about it, the more I come to the conclusion that neither analogy is very sound or politically correct. Shucks.
One of the most interesting aspects of being without my phone is recognizing how frequently I think that I hear it. Now, keep in mind, my phone is always on vibrate...unless it is on silent. So I have become quite adept at discerning muffled vibrations. It has been a quite frequent occurrence over this past week for me to think that I feel or hear my phone vibrating. And then I realize that it doesn't exist. It happens at least twice a day. I think I feel a vibration in my pocket...oh wait. I think I hear a familiar buzz...no dice. It reminds me of the concept of phantom limbs. My plight is, or course, in no way even close to comparable in intensity to that of a person who has lost a limb, but the idea of feeling something that is no longer present does perhaps parallel the sensation at a much lesser level.
I finally went to acquire a replacement phone. I will get it on Wednesday. Until then, I am hoping that I will be able to find someone with an old, unused Verizon phone who will allow me to use it as a horcrux for housing my phone-number-soul. And while it is not exactly like a horcrux (mostly because I won't be murdering anyone, and partly because my phone number and soul are not the same things...oh, and also because I'm not magic), I would be quite happy to be able to house my phone-soul in that inanimate object.
The more I think about it, the more I come to the conclusion that neither analogy is very sound or politically correct. Shucks.
2 comments:
You crack me up, Allison! You mean you're not magical?! Also, the first two months of my mission I, too, had phantom limb for my phone. I though it was vibrating in my backpack everyday...weirdest thing. WM!!
So... I want to know why the ring comes before the diary in the horcrux picture. The diary was destroyed first.
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