Sharing Phones

Despite having a nice expensive smartphone, I do not have access to it at all times. My Dad pays for the plan which has infinite calls and infinite texts- and I have to share my mobile phone with him as a consequence. It's rather annoying, when you get accustomed to having a phone, but then you must live without it for a whole day. Dad goes to Sydney roughly once a week- I lose access to my phone once a week, for a whole day. It's a dreadful feeling--- it's like... doing the 40 hour famine once a week (40 hour famine is a charity event where you go without something (food, technology, speech etc.) for 40 hours and get people to sponsor you).

However, that is not the worst part.

Seeing as how the phone is mine for the majority of the time, I install a bunch of things on there that my father would probably frown upon. Most of the time, I don't bother deleting them, because Dad wouldn't know how to find them, since he doesn't know how to use my phone properly. The main problem is the texts. Sometimes people send me private texts, and when he has the phone, he WILL read any new messages he receives. I have no idea whether he goes through my older texts- but seeing as how he hasn't raged at me about that yet, I assume he hasn't.

See, Dad isn't badass enough to pull out a shotgun and hunt down whoever sent that message- no- instead he'll just rage at me because goddammit everything is my fault- even inflation and global warming.

I have no way of warning people when my Dad will be in possession of my phone. He takes it away with him when he has to go to Sydney, but sometimes he takes it with him when he has to go other places. I can't exactly tell him to get his own phone, either- he is paying the full fees for this one. Technically I'm getting the better end of the deal.

My friends don't really send me the most appropriate texts ever. Sometimes I'm scared of telling people that my Dad has my phone. Given the level of maturity most of friend possess, I would not be surprised if they sent a million images of penises to my phone whilst Dad had it. Ergh, I can only imagine the awkwardness. Then Dad and I would have that stupid conversation once again about how I hang around bad people and make the worst friends. Oh lord.

...Maybe I should consider buying another smartphone. With my own money. I'll just relinquish what I have right now to Dad...