A Homage to my iPhone

Walking down the halls of George Ranch it’s like seeing a cult.

Granted, I’ve been a part of this cult since the 7th grade, but it wasn’t until this year that I really became aware of this particular phenomena.

And I can probably guarantee that you’re a part of this cult too.

It is the iPhone movement.

The culture that follows the iPhone: the buying of the iPhone, the first time you hold one that actually belongs to you; the owning of the iPhone, being able to iMessage with all of your friends that also have iPhones; hearing Siri’s voice for the first time, it’s quite the experience. But the most curious thing about being an iPhone user is the community. You have an iPhone, I have an iPhone, EVERYONE has an iPhone! And certain features that are particular to iPhone users, like the iMessage, only serve to enhance this exclusive club.

But if anyone is guilty of this strange phenomena, it’s me. For as long as I could remember, I’ve owned an iPhone, and I’ve never known another operating system except iOS.

But that’s about to change. See, one thing that’s also particular to owning an iPhone is the less than spectacular fragility of the actual phone, as I have recently figured out (and not for the first time I might add).

Tired of paying for fixing phone screen after phone screen, I am finally relinquishing my cult membership.

So here’s to you, iPhone. Forever a culture icon, always in our hearts.