I am not a smart man (Groom, W 1994). Nor am I very coordinated, and it is clear i don't really look after the things i care about. It is almost a daily occurrence that I damage my phone. More than once i have placed it precariously in front of the violently opening till at work. Most frequently though, I push it out of my pocket with my left hand and fail to complete the motion by catching it as it is expelled from the denim clamp. I really felt as though I went through the the 5 stages of grief over cracking my phone for the first time. Initially, there was denial, I simply could not come to terms with how this could be true... My phone has never cracked before, why would it crack now?, but it did eventually become fact in my brain. My screen is now, and will forever be, cracked. This made me angry, there was no one to blame but myself and my own clumsiness. I blamed the jeans, my genetics for the apparent mutation on the coordination gene, I even blamed the floor. WHY are you concrete? Carpet is perfectly suitable for an outdoor dining area. Then the bargaining began, its ok I told myself, ill go on eBay and buy a new screen, and fit it on as good as new for $20. Might even change the colour. I went as far as to watch youtube videos to learn about the extremely delicate, almost surgical, procedure to circumvent steve jobs dying wish to stop people from fixing their own phones. This 5 stages motif really breaks down at stage 4, depression, I did not feel depressed about my phone. I have been emotionally devastated since this breakage, and it was nothing in comparison to the occasional groan i would make when checking the time on my phone and having a crack obscure the last number. (I cant really tell the difference between 00:33 and 00:38 anymore) Eventually my brain began to adjust to having a cracked screen. I accepted that my phone is cracked. Sometimes I drop it, and new cracks appear, but I'm not even sure if they're new or not.
The phone continues to work, and I cant see any reason why I should replace it. It is still the same phone, even if I repair it and it seems brand new. I wish I had taken better care of it before I broke it, and if I do repair it I would definitely look after it better than I ever did before. I shouldn't have had to break it to learn this lesson, but I am not a smart man.
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