My first phone was a Motorola Razer, I’m sure you have fond memory of those. After that it was the sidekick LX and then a Blackberry. I despised the iPhone and what it stood for: the lack of a physical keyboard. It was just something that I did not think I could do without, so when I was considering a new phone I took a look at the sidekick 4G and went for it. The experience was not a pleasant one to say the least - the OS was meh at best and the phone had random crashes and was slow to respond at times. The touchscreen was terrible and would often act up - but the physical keyboard and the swiveling screen kept me to it. At a certain point I had enough of it and seriously considered buying a new blackberry even if it were out of date. But I realized that I could make the experience a lot less painful by thinking back to my iPod Touch.
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For as long as I can remember, theming was very important to me. Aesthetics. My idea was that if I were going to use something, it should look nice so that I would enjoy using it. Or I just liked things to look nice… Whatever may be the case, I think my obsession started with my iPod Touch. At the time, it was an ubiquitous device - the smartphone for that time. It was amazing what I could do with it but for some reason there was no real option to make it look nice. I’m not saying it looked ugly but it was lacking that something. Moving around icons wasn’t cutting it for me. When I realized that I could theme with my jailbroken iPod, I was elated. I proceeded to change and assess for hours on end - all this for a stupid little device!
It was a cold day and I could feel my feet beginning to get cold. A little itch began to creep up my throat, bringing out a small cough - much better. Slowly, but surely this itch grew and my coughing grew harsher. I thought nothingof it as it was winter and a little coughing never killed anyone. Then it started to hit me, the tightness of my chest, the sudden inability to breathe. I was taking a shower and for whatever reason I thought it was the hot, humid air that was making it harder to breathe; I opened the window and sucked in big mouthfuls of the crisp winter air. It was only much later that I would learn that cold air would have exactly the opposite effect on my condition.