Throwing My Phone Against The Wall

This is a hub in which I wish to express my cell phone history and cell phone tantrums. There have been a few times in my life where I have literally flung my phone against the wall. I don't think I am a violent person, but it beats throwing something else. I have been told that I was going crazy at one point because my depression was left untreated and my feelings of doom were escalating. I have been frustrated with that piece of technology so many times.

I am going to start by telling you about my first phone and give you a general cell phone history and what happened to those phones. Here we go and please don't judge me, I have come out of the experience much stronger and better than before. I can now look at a cell phone and not throw it against the wall.

It was mid 90s when I got my first cell phone. I t was a Motorola and I have loved the brand ever since. The network had not changed over to digital yet so it was analogue phone, very weighty and thick but nice non the less. When our cell phone company got a new batch of phones I got a different one but can't remember the name. Apparently that particular company only made one batch of phones and were never heard from again.

The fact is I have never made a call from my first cell phone because there was no cell phone service at home even thought I had the service at work. What sense did it make using the phone at work?

When Cable & Wireless expanded it's services to the country side I upgraded to a Nokia 3310. Back then that was the strongest phone ever and it was the most popular cell phone of it's time. But alas! Came the day when calls were dropped and boyfriends frustrated you.

The first time I threw my phone against the wall was in 2003. I was frustrated because of something, I can't remember now, so I hurled the phone towards the wall. I tell you that those phones were strong. The phone just kept working so I took a hammer to it. Yeah, Who you calling crazy, huh?

So I literally destroyed that Nokia 3310. My fourth phone was a loan from my superior. When she asked what happened I just told her the phone broke. She loaned me a Sony Ericsson which I hated. Then I bought a 3320, similar to the 3310 and then a Nokia 1100, with a flash light.

What happened to those phone? Well lets say they fell in the toilet!

Next I got another Nokia, similar to the 3320 but is was stolen. Next came the love of my life, a Motorola RAZR V3. I was enjoying my phone but I wasn't doing so well mentally. It was 2005 and still experiencing depression but tried to make the most of life. The phone started bleeding. All right, no blood was actually coming out but the ink in the face started spreading until the entire screen was black. To top that all of the fixing of the phone would actually cost more than a brand new one!

It was one fine day I was dressed to attend a live filming of a television program. I was supposed to be seated at the front table in the audience. As I picked up the phone to make a call, there was nothing. The phone had stopped working entirely. In my still depressed state and frustration, I flung the phone against the wall and that was the end of that.

I thought I was over the phone throwing phase as I was healed of my depression. I have had several phones since and no such thing happened. Then in 2011, my fiance insisted I take my male business contacts out of the phone. He was ridiculously jealous and thought, since he didn't know these people I should not have any contact info for them. I was really upset because I have my very important contact like the lab tech who makes my specs, my Avon up-line and a couple others. In our argument I flung the phone against the wall.

Nothing happened to it but I realized it was a trend for me and guess what. It's always the more expensive ones that I usually treat so badly.