Its something we all do every two years. Getting a new phone just initiates major fear within me because no matter what I pick, whether I like it or not, I am stuck with it. Last Tuesday I simply just got fete up with my jejune, broken and dilapidated Voyager. I was bereft of a cool and “now” phone and got sick of the feeling ostracized for carrying it around. Now I don’t want to sound bratty, but after I had that useless phone, I wanted the top of the line and the best phone in the market to make up for my suffering. A phone is supposed to reflect the character and personality of its owner, and that piece of crap Voyager (excuse my French) in no way represented me. So down I went to the Verizon store, and picked out the coolest and most advanced and panache phone, the Devour –the cousin to the Droid. It was amazing, it had everything, it was so advanced, it had so many applications and paraphernalia…but it was a brick. After a week of lugging the thing around and trying to figure it out, I became blasé with it. I couldn’t deal with it anymore, I had bought a mini computer and I didn’t need everything it had to offer. So, I took myself back to the same Verizon store, looked around a bit, and fell in love with the Blackberry Tour. It is small, sleek and as advanced as it needs to be. Granted its not lilluputian but its not a brick as the Devour was. It clearly represents me and is a perfect phone for me. I mean, you may be saying that it was a lot of effort, but if I’m going to be stuck with a phone for two year, I better like it!
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