Certified and Bona Fide

One hundred percent, card-carrying NUT. My beloved BlackBerry Pearl died on me about two weeks ago. This was a phone that I had had for over two years. We had shared many wonderful experiences together. The beach. The mountains. Countless shopping trips. Cookouts, picnics, the gym. So many, many good times. It was so unfortunate when our relationship was forced to an ending because of a stupid trackball.


So despite my wonderful relationship with my BlackBerry, my heart was leaning toward a new companion. I was interested in the Motorola Droid. I researched it. I talked to people who had it. Read lots of reviews. Seemed like it was a great choice. I envisioned a long, exciting future together. So I bought it.

It was heavy in my hand. Bulky. Very conspicuous. Because you see, there are times when one needs an inconspicuous phone. I could not see me and Motorola Droid on the beach. It was not the mate destined to share my life.

So I went back to the Verizon store intent on getting a new BlackBerry. But after talking with the salesman, decided against it. Instead I purchased the smaller, less conspicuous HTC Droid Eris. Paid the $35 restocking fee for the Motorola to go back on the shelf.

Wow. It was fast. It could access the internet with blazing speed. Had so many cool apps, I myself began to feel cool. Great ringtones. My new partner was going to make me an expert in the card game of Spades. Seemed like the perfect relationship was budding.

But perfect it was not. The touchscreen keypad was giving me fits. I could not type on it with any accuracy at all. My normally typo-filled text messages were now nearly beyond recognition. Even for Suz. No, Droid, I'm sorry. It wasn't going to work out.

So yesterday I went back to the Verizon store. This time I was serious about getting a new BlackBerry. My unfaithfulness had cost me dearly. In patience and in cash as I had to pay another $35 for the HTC Droid to go back in its box to await a new companion.

I got the BlackBerry Curve. So light. So familiar. It was like I had brought home an old friend.

So what's the problem you ask. Well, it's simple. I HATE IT! Yes, Suz, you read that right. I HATE IT. It's slow as syrup on a cold morning. It has none of the cool apps that the Droid did. It feels like a toy phone after holding that beautiful Droid in my hand. It just doesn't feel right. I don't have the bond that I need with my cell phone. You see, my phone really is my companion. It must go back. I'm going to get on my hands and knees and beg the Verizon dude to give me back my HTC Droid and beg, beg, beg him not to charge me $35 to put the Curve back on the shelf.

That my friends is why I'm for sure a certified, bona fide NUT. Don't you all agree?

Till next time. Wish me luck~!