I Miss My Blackberry

Can you imagine a world without iPhones?

Not like, without Internet or smart phones, I’m not crazy. But like, can you imagine if we still had phone options? Go here with me.

It’s 2006. A new Sidekick was just released and you are in a screaming match with your mom because she won’t let you leave the family plan to join T-Moblie to get one. Just me?

If you’ve found yourself on this corner of the Internet, I can’t imagine I’m the only one. I’ve never wanted anything so badly in my life. Lo from Laguna Beach had one and I knew that meant I couldn’t stop until I had one, too.

Things got really bad for me when one of my best friends got one. I got dropped off at her house, in my Soffee shorts and lace cami, only to find her in her room on her new Sidekick, texting people on her full keyboard at lightning speed. This was the first time I witnessed what I considered, true wealth.

First words out of my mouth were “OH MY GAH (this was the Jessica Simpson era) is that a SIDEKICK?!” She cooly looked back at me, flicked her bangs to the side and said, “Yeah. I asked my mom if she’d let me switch to T-Mobile and she said no, so I asked my dad (perks of divorced parents) and he said yeah.”

I’M SORRY, WHAT?! You asked your cool dad with a cartilage piercing and he just said…YES?! 

I digress. I never got a Sidekick, but you know what I did get? An orange enV.

And you know what I did with it? Texted my gal pals all about the episode of Desperate Housewives we were watching simultaneously on cable. I texted cute boys from other middle schools about how much I loved fishing (I didn’t) and how big of a football fan I was (I was not.)

I miss when phones matched personalities. I miss playing with my friends’ phones and seeing how fast I could type on their keyboard. Now phones are so…the same? Identical? Boring? All of the above?

I miss seeing the corporate girlies climbing their way to the top and smashing the glass ceilings making deals on their Motorola Razrs.

Y’all remember that flip phone that was supposed to be indestructible and all the boys in your middle school had to have it? They’d just throw it in the pool and act like it was nothing? What gumption.

I KNOW y’all remember LG Chocolates?! You best believe I had the white one going into High School. My ring tone was Leather So Soft by Birdman and Lil Wayne, so you tell me.  

I guess you could call this nostalgia? But I think it might be deeper than that?

A craving for individuality, maybe?

I don’t miss phones being status symbols, but I do miss being able to sit at the Mexican restaurant next to the mall with my friends and all of our phones on the table didn’t look the same.

Different shapes, cases, charms, stickers (but all the same moms calling us to get home before curfew.)