iFailed

I’m ashamed to admit that I have no self control or patience.

Well, that’s not true. I was able to wait six months and live a perfectly happy and fulfilled life, but yesterday I broke down and caved under the ever-growing desire to own an iPhone.

Yes, I am filled with iShame.

I had every intention of waiting patiently for the second generation of the iPhone to be released. Obviously, it was going to have more features and less issues than the one currently on the market, but you have to admit that six months is still a pretty admirable length of time for me to stand my ground and resist the temptations. Normally I have no willpower and demand instant gratification with things like this.

However, I am not entirely to blame.

You see, Michael and I are phone buddies. Last year we bought our Treo 680 phones at the same time after spending weeks researching them and waiting for them to go on sale. We named them. We helped each other figure out all of the features. They were sibling phones. And we planned on continuing the tradition with the iPhone 2.0 when it went on sale sometime next year.

But then he had to go and get one as a gift for Christmas, and suddenly my Treo had lost his twin sister and the phone buddies had been torn apart. So, really, I had to get the phone or risk losing a friend.

At least that’s what I am telling myself to get some of the responsibility off of my shoulders.

Buyer’s remorse? None.

And what if the second generation comes out in a week? Eh. I’ll deal with that when it happens.

But for now, I’m going to enjoy my new phone because I’m in iLove with it.

Now, I just need to come up with a name for it.