（Contributed by Reuben)
I remember the day my wife asked me if I wanted to get one of those touchscreen cellphones. However, I was still in love with my flip phone; it comes in such wonderful colors, and so many decorative straps. But my wife dashed my way of life when she got a touch screen cell phone. It had Internet access, and I was immediately hooked. I was always borrowing it, and taking it from her purse. I finally broke down, and got one of my own.
That was the beginning of the end for me. I didn`t like it at all. It was far too big, and fit awkwardly in my pocket. It came in limited colors, and if you wanted a strap you had to stick it in the headphone port, which was pointless for me because I always use headphones. Despite all the disappointments though, I still enjoyed having Internet access. Then I found out about the…curse: my sad addiction…to cellphone applications.
It all started out innocently enough when a friend of mine recommended a cellphone game. Then, I spiraled out of control, and began downloading applications for learning languages, exercising, cooking, reading books, watching TV, travel, creating ringtones, voice manipulation, survival skills…oh, and music. I can even stream American TV shows straight to my phone, which makes it even worse…like my phone is now a permanent part of my person. I love it, but I also curse the day I got it.