However, during the two days without a phone I felt that I did not really care. I went out those days like any other and although I couldn’t text anyone, I felt free because now no one knew where I was at all times. I walked on campus and took in a deep breath of fresh air. I noticed people walking and staring at their phones, but I was looking up at the sky, and the scenery. I saw the hawks gliding through the air, the arrangement of colorful hedges and flowers as well as the distant view of Mohonk Mountain. When I went home, my friends told me to get a newer and better phone. I said that I would wait until it healed. My cell phone is about five years old but still does the job. Before it was working again I felt that I didn’t need a phone anymore. I would probably be better off without one.
Since cell phones have become such a social need, people who don’t own one don’t seem to fit in or are out of the loop. Since all my friends have a phone and since it’s easier to communicate with some girl you just met at a bar, it seems more than reasonable to keep one. Once my phone began working again I wrote down all the numbers in my yellow book. Since then I’ve returned to my old habit of keeping the phone like a stuffed animal you leave by your bed each night. However, unlike Postman’s arguments, even though my cell phone is a part of my image, I can still live without one and it wouldn’t make a difference.