Me and My Phone
Wednesday, September 4, 2024
I have no relationship with my phone. Unlike successive generations brought up glued to social media and their phones, doom scrolling to find a connection, any connection, I came out of a different era. One that smiles at people in the street, chats casually with the person on the next table in the coffee shop/bus/train, and reads an old fashioned newspaper. Yes, they do still print them.
So in this age of the smart phone, mine gets put into my handbag when I leave the apartment and, never comes out till I get home, and it goes back on the side waiting to be charged. The only times it gets any actual use is if I’m out for a walk or we’re visiting one of my fav parks & gardens. Then, it gets used as a camera and storage, posting device. Occasionally, I will use it to text the OH, but only on the two days they’re in work and not at home working.
As for upgrading and buying the latest incarnation of X or Y phone? Naah. Me and mine upgraded from the small iPhone 5c (which I still have and use for music) to the 12 mini, which we had for quite a while. And then, late last year, we actually upgraded to a newer iPhone 14 pro, but only because the pair came as a package and because the OH wanted the new phone. They use their phone all day long while mine? Is a purple stand for my Mummy, Boris.
How’s that for a relationship.