Obsessions - Blackberry

Being the communication junkie I am, I of course have a smartphone, a Blackberry Curve to be precise and I must say I am totally obsessed with this little gadget. Being able to stay in touch with all of my friends and being able to gather information on any given subject in a matter of seconds is simply wonderful and highly addictive.

Before I came to Geneva I used normal cell phones, slightly more sophisticated, but I was happy. Coming to Geneva with all those corporate slaves with their little Blackberries being able to have their emails in their pockets made me crave for one of these neat little thingies really bad.

I have my Blackberry for nearly a year now and I would never ever go back to a regular cell phone, besides I am no longer able to type messages on a normal keypad. It takes ages since I am so used to the full QWERTY keyboard of the Curve.

If you are a social butterfly, a BB is the tool for you. Facebook, MSN Messenger, Aim, ICQ, Google Talk, Skype, BB Messenger, Yahoo Messenger, Google maps to find your way to that party, mobile blogging simply everything is in there and you can even play videos in a very good quality if you are waiting for the tram or play a little bit of poker if a party is a tad boring. Everyone will think that you are simply busy maintaining your network.

The bad thing is that I am so hooked on the BB that it is hardly more than a meter away from where I am. It sits on my nighstand when I sleep, a bomb could explode right next to me and I wouldn´t wake up, the vibrating sound of the BB wakes me up without a problem though, that´s how conditioned I am , sad I know. I take a shower, the BB is on the sink, when i am out and about I have the BB in my hand most of the time. Maybe I have commitment issues or something but I feel lost and alone when I don´t have my Curve in my hand when I am out, there could always be another party, a friend in need of help or simply an interesting email I could miss.

I think I have to work on that issue and I really have to get the thought of encrusting that thing in black rhinestones out of my head.