I didn’t realize how much I needed you until we met in the spring of 2010, my dear iPhone. I had other phones, sure, but none afforded me the luxuries that you’ve provided during the past 8 months. Of course the sole purpose of a phone is to allow people to communicate, but you are so much more than just a phone. While other phones try to compete, there is no comparison between you and the phones I’ve had in the past.
I had a fear of any object that was only touch screen functional, especially after using another brand of touch screen phone for two months. Two long, tortuous months! But you have shown me how easy it is to adapt to living keypad-less, and how empowering it is to let my instincts do the typing. You don’t rely on the bubble of safety, a keypad, but on the understanding that people are intelligent enough to type without the same standards we’ve relied on in the past.
Another way you’ve changed my life is that I have now become comfortable reading on what I consider a gateway drug to the e-reader revolution. I’ve become more and more comfortable reading off of your screen, and no matter how much I love the scent and texture of paper, I think you could be the catalyst for me moving into the modern age of reading gadgets.
You have made it easy for me to share photos and videos with my friends and family. Any cell phone can send picture mail, but you take it to another level through the ease of interfacing with popular social networking websites. I can update my status, upload photos, and thrive in the narcissistic belief that others care as much about my activities as I care.
Good or bad, you’ve also afforded me the opportunity to while away hours of time playing some of the most simple and addicting games available. Not only do games abound in the App Store; I have an app for my bank, an app to listen to free music, photo editing apps, news apps and apps for almost every website I check on a daily basis.
I think an appropriate closing is to clue in the reader as to how advanced my love is for you, my dear iPhone. Yes, friends, the whole of this correspondence was initially written on my iPhone.