I just got a new phone. The old one had been acting out for ages but I just couldn't bring myself to part with it. After all, it stored all the photos of The Man looking so happy and so... adorable, all his text messages. I know I told you I'd deleted them but turned out even my old phone out-smarted me. Turned out it had stored them in a new folder called "deleted". So there they were, reminding me the whole affair was not just something my imagination made up.
Now I've been starting over with my new phone. It doesn't have any of his numbers (not the English, any of the Swedish and not the Canadian one either. How can a man with that many numbers be so unattainable? How can a man with that many way of communicating suck at it so much?!)
I've been poking and prodding the phone for two days now until I figured it's not a touch-screen one. Yes, you heard it: I'm probably the last person in the world without an iPhone...And as I've been going over the settings in a bid to personalize it I realized something. You really know you're getting old when you actually settle for the default settings and tones, not because they're the only ones you can operate but also because they are the least annoying ones. Because you want your phone to actually sound like a phone as opposed to a fair ground ride. Or a hungover frog...
So- time to start collecting new numbers, taking new photos and making new memories.
(I wonder when I'll hear from The Man again...?)
No comments:
Post a Comment