Sometime whilst sitting comfortably in my coat pocket on my way home from a meeting, encased in the hard plastic/rubber case, my phone decided enough was enough and the liquid crystals that ensure visual representation and touch screen capabilities threw a raging party that resulted in the black screen of death. Either that or my cat, stepping on the corner of my phone when she jumped up in my lap when I first got home, was the death blow. All I knew was that my phone was pretty much useless at that point.
I noticed I started going through the stages of grief when I realized I couldn’t check my texts or pop open a web page. I sat there in shock, trying to deny that this was happening. I usually have a back-up phone but it was missing from all the normal places. When I couldn’t find it my denial quickly turned to anger. That flashing blue light telling me I had messages waiting for me that I would never be able to check was like a taunting bully, mocking my pain. I got so angry that my stomach started to hurt. Part of me thought it was ridiculous that I would be so upset over a phone but that didn’t stop me from being angry. Husband had to remind me we had a tablet I could use for my alarm clock, that I could get the screen fixed, that things would be ok and to calm down. I still laid awake longer than I should have trying to figure out what had happened.
I’m still pretty crabby today. I can’t use my phone to listen to music or watch tv while I work and I am far more upset about that than I feel like I should be. Funny thing is, I’ll leave my phone behind and go run errands, go long periods between checking it at all (much to the annoyance of people trying to get ahold of me) and honestly thought I wasn’t that dependent on it. This is forcing me to realize I still am far too reliant on the conveniences these smart phones provide. I don’t want to have such an irrational attachment to technology. I need to break my dependency and remind myself that I lived for a long time without one and I can do it again. I don’t want to be the girl who cries over a broken phone.