MynameisAmy．I'ma25-year-oldgraduatestudentwholikesyoga，home-decoratingshowsandeatingspoonfulsofpeanutbutterstraightfromthejar．Ohyeah，andI'maniPhoneaddict．Iwasn'talwaysanaddict．Infact，formanyyearsItold
My name is Amy．I'm a 25-year-old graduate student who likes yoga，home-decorating shows and eating spoonfuls of peanut butter straight from the jar．Oh yeah，and I'm an iPhone addict．
I wasn't always an addict．In fact，for many years I told myself I didn't want a fancy cellphone．They seemed like too much work，always ringing and demanding attention．I was perfectly content with my simple cellphone，and I didn't feel like changing my mind any time．
However，about a year ago，I found myself envious of all those proud iPhone owners，holding their shiny new phones and showing them off to all their friends．I started to eavesdroponconversations about"iPhone apps"，feeling like a tourist listening to a language I couldn't speak．
Eventually I couldn't ignore my iPhone instinct （本能） any longer，and I welcomed my new iPhone into my life．I instantly fell in love with the little bundle of joy，and could no longer imagine a life without it．
To my surprise，I suddenly found myself with a whole new circle of friends-other iPhone owners I could go to for advice and support as I learned the various functions of my new device．They responded to my iPhone-related queries when my other friends couldn't，and didn't roll their eyes when I bragged（吹牛）about all the things little Eloise （yes，I named her） could do．
For a couple months I built my new life with Eloise．However，I realized I had a problem when one day I found myself Google-mapping my way to my mailbox，which happens to be right outside my front door．
When I reflected upon the past few months，I couldn't believe I didn't see this coming．All the warning signs were there．Eloise slept right beside me and was the first thing I reached for in the morning．I checked my e-mail about 20times a day．I also experienced attachment anxiety when I left poor Eloise in the changing room at the gym．What if she rang and needed my response？Or，even worse，what if a careless gym-goer knocked her out of