I am so forgetful it's embarrassing. I went to my friends house and my phone slyly slid down the side of the sofa in a wicked attempt to escape my pocket and I left without it. This is a simple mistake I know and anyone could have done it. But I left her house at 2 o'clock in the afternoon and only after a Facebook wall post had I noticed that I was missing my dear old phone. This was at 9 in the evening. That's pretty bad.
I guess I'm not too hot on technology, I want to be. It's not like I have an old Nokia which plays snake. I have one better; It slides to use the camera. It's got the Internet. It's got the blog. It's got fishing games. It's a brick - not a literal clay brick, but you know what i mean. I love it. My dad calls it vintage, probably because I've had it for 5 years. That's right, all you 'upgrade after one year'-ers, 5, almost 6 years of the same phone. I've never lost it. It's never let me down.
Ok, once in October when it wiped ALL my contacts. Thanks phone. I thought we were friends.
But otherwise, I can't imagine myself without it. We have memories. I lost it's original back at a Basement Jaxx concert where I accidentally flung it into the crowd. I've had conversations on that phone that I can never get back. I've taken countless photographs of Mexicans that I won't be able to transfer. The list goes on.
Don't get me wrong, maybe I should upgrade, see what the fuss is all about. But at the end of the day I know that that shiny flash phone with the 545164651684654894645 mega pixel camera will fail on me.
It probably doesn't help that I'm the clumsiest person ever.
I put a spoon in the microwave once and it sparked like bonfire night. I stuck a knife in the toaster and the electricity went down in the whole house. The last time I cooked pasta I set fire to a tea towel.
Who in their right mind would willingly give me a phone knowing that?!
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