Rest In Peace, Phone.

Here lies Yellow. Beaten and broken, taped and fractured. Sharp and splintered. Your life should have lasted two years. But instead you withstood the test of time, weather, and Murphy’s law. Three years young and far beyond your prime, you were beside me. I regret that I couldn’t save your life. My lack of speed has failed me and in turn, failed you. Your life, ending abruptly along the fashioned clay is a cruel fate. Nonetheless, your memory will live on as my memory will forever be lost in the tech-abyss. RIP. Rest in peace, phone.

Let’s go back to last week. It was a dark and stormy night… I was running from my car to my apartment to get out of the rain. (Sidenote: on the show Mythbusters, they proved that you’re likely to become more wet when you run in the rain verses walking in the rain.) I got inside, took my jacket off, essentially powering down when I remembered that both my sister and mom texted me while I was at work. Searching for my phone, I have my boyfriend call it, to which he interjects a fly-a-way statement of “See, you’re addicted to your phone.” INSERT: side eye. But as I continued to look, I remembered it was on silent. Not that it even mattered since it went straight to voicemail. Running outside, I searched the grass with a flashlight, my phone nowhere to be found. My boyfriend then offers to help and within seconds of running outside, he finds my phone drowning in a puddle next to my car. It had to have been in there for a good ten minutes. Sprinting inside, I throw the stupid thing in a bowl of rice. 15 hours later, I hesitantly turn it on… and it works. I don’t know how, but it did. (Note the foreshadowing.)

Fast forward a couple of days, (when the other shoe dropped) I was working on a production set. Before switching to our next location, I go to relieve myself, only for my phone to slip out of my pocket and fall directly onto the tile. Boom. I didn’t blink, didn’t flinch, I had no feeling. I was just staring at a cracked screen, not surprised that something like this would happen to me. I’m out of contract, my phone is old, welp.

Is it bad how often we depend on our smart phones? You use it for your alarm. Go ahead, check the weather. Quickest access to your favorite social media websites. Don’t know how to maths? Bust out the calculator. Unlimited texting and talking. Wanna video chat? I won’t stop you. Games, games, games. Apps for everything you could possibly want and don’t necessarily need. Want to track your period? There’s an app for that too. Check on your monies with that banking app. Pinterest. Pay your food with your phone if you forgot your wallet at home. (I didn’t mean to rhyme.) Most of the people I know don’t even have a landline anymore. The only other clock in my house is on my microwave and the time on that isn’t even correct. My email is the first thing I check every morning, last thing I check every night. I almost regret depending on it. But this is the world we have come to. Our technology keeps evolving and our job is to keep up or get left behind.

This may sound weird but I appreciate my phone breaking. I may have to cough up some cash for an upgrade, but those 15 hours without the easy access technology was God sent. I have so many projects going on at once and I needed a break from that, even if it wasn’t for a whole day.

Comment below. Tell me some of your worst phone experiences or even a suggestion for a carrier. I’ve always been with Verizon but I need more bang for my buck.

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