I Choose To Abuse

It's a bad case of abuse. To prove how good I am when it comes to abusing, sometimes in addition to abusing over the phone, I also abuse the phone. After more than 4 years of manhandling, it still works. And that it still works surprises me so much that it is subjected to more abuse. My phone, a LG RD 2030, was never a high end model - not even when I bought it. But its ruggedness combined with the couple of manoeuvres I have learnt in my long association with it ensures that it is going to stay in my pocket atleast till the time it stops working and that is not something that I foresee happening in the near future. My favourite manoeuvre is the somersault. This trick involves throwing the phone high up in the air making sure it rotates, just like the acrobats do when they jump from the dash board. And more the number of revolutions it makes, the more satisfied I am. The other manoeuvre is the way I flip the phone into my pocket. This, unlike the somersault, mostly goes unnoticed, but I still love it. After all this abuse, my phone does have a few fractures, in addition to an amputation. But then, that again brings out the doctoral skills in me. My habit of holding the phone by its antenna finally took its toll on the phone about a month ago. The antenna got twisted and a surgery had to be conducted to take it sever it. As if this was not enough, the battery has loosened because of on an average three natural falls a day in addition to one artificial fall every week wherein I just throw my phone on the floor to showcase its ruggedness. I now have to bandage it every week with a black adhesive tapes, which I am sure besides giving the phone a cool look gives me a cooler look :-) The attention I get, in form of series of glances from the sweet things around, can ofcourse be credited to this phone. For all this, I choose to abuse.