I love my phone, really. But it’s a two-timer, like a bad boyfriend. I mean, I’ve spent hours personalizing my phone, so it knows me. It loves me. And I’ve spent hours understanding it, its nuances, how it wants me to interact with it, even how to talk to it so it can interpret my accent. But, sumpin’ isn’t right. I’m afraid we’ve morphed into a co-dependent relationship.
For instance, when my phone starts to pull away from me, aka I’ve left it somewhere, I panic. And just when I’m about to say, “you know, phone, we need some time