My blackberry, My self

Yesterday I posted thrice in one day. It's almost midnight now and I thought that if I didn't do something about it right away, I'd probably come back only after a month or so. Thank god for Blackberry!

These days it is quite fashionable to rue your Blackberry. I do it myself quite often. But it's the same as trying to crack a wry joke on something that you quite enjoy having. I see it happening with some guys talking about their jobs. Maybe I do that too.

Coming back to Blackberry - it does make you feel a bit like having a constant noose around your neck at times. I like to pose as if I'd like to be away from it all - just stay at home and curl up with a book or a movie to watch. By my own admission, I feel that I would best be a loner and too much company can be quite tiresome.

Then why is it that I'm so addicted to the Blackberry? It's gotten so bad that I even check my inbox if I'm up in the middle of the night to go to the loo. I wonder, is it really possible for me to stay disconnected at all?

Or maybe it works for me because it lets me communicate without the need for real human contact.

Or maybe I'm just posing again. Maybe some more lame attempts at wry humour.

Whatever.

Desmond Morris writes a lot about the contradictions in our modern existence - the paradoxes that happen because of primordial instincts getting buried under societal pressures. I feel the Blackberry solves that issue pretty well. Just like musky after shaves and red lipsticks.

All the same, I will probably sign off now as I can see 3 messages flashing that no doubt need my most urgent attention.

Good night all!