On Saturday night, my charger broke into pieces (really – both of the prongs fell out). I tried to fix it with sticky tack which goes along the same philosophy as “My tire is flat… so I wrapped it with duct tape.” After a couple of sparks flew out of the outlet, I decided to turn off my phone to save the battery that was left and buy a new charger on eBay.
At first I was mildly frustrated (I’m sure if I had been in a sane state of mind on Saturday night I would have been more upset, but the events of the day left me so dazed that I even managed to climb Tif H’s stairs like a normal person. Ask anyone – that never happens). I figured I would be living without a phone for a week or two. So, I told the world via Facebook and Myspace, texted my mom from Sarah’s phone, and resolved myself to living without a phone for the next 10 or so days.
I asked around to see if anyone else had my same charger or even an extra phone I could borrow. No luck. I felt so disconnected from everyone. The ironic thing was that Saturday morning I thought to myself, “I should turn off my phone for the day. I’m getting too attached to it.” I’m not saying it was God or anything, but I find it strange that after seriously thinking about turning off my phone then deciding that I like it way too much, my phone gets taken away from me.
Anyways, I went Sunday and Monday without a phone. Finally, Monday night I happened to see that Sarah’s phone was a Samsung, too. She let me borrow her charger this morning and now my phone is back in working order for the most part.
But the strange thing is, I don’t really want it to be on. I liked having some freedom from always being one phone call away from someone. Don’t get me wrong, I love talking on the phone, texting, and keeping in touch with people. A good phone call makes my day. It’s just… it was nice to feel secluded for a few days. It was nice not waiting for someone to call or text back. It was nice to go to sleep without feeling like I need to leave my phone on in case a friend has an emergency or my mom wants to talk. Funny how something that I used to love now is kind of annoying to me.
A good blogger would at this point make the cell phone story an illustration of leadership or ministry or at least insert a picture of a baby holding a toy phone. Haha. Guess I’m not that good. This is just how I currently feel about my cell phone.
Have a good night everyone. Think deep and blogworthy thoughts so I have something interesting to read tomorrow! 
