Really, it is just referring to the weird and awkward sadness I felt yesterday when I literally chucked my broken cellphone into the store's recycle bin. The sadness continued when my phone number I have been associated with for the past four years was instantly deleted and I was assigned a new one.
I'm not a techie. Sure, I can hold my own on the latest technology, but certainly don't drool or anticipate the latest in any sort of wire-brain piece of plastic.
So, it was rather weird and even almost sad that I was experiencing sadness over these two situations.
I know it boils down to 2-3 things: 1.) my memory is horrid and now I must forget something familiar and learn to memorize something new; 2.) the phone and the number are now a thing of the past, never to be retrieved; 3.) they belonged to the last four years of my identity; and 4.) I always feel sorry for anything that gets broken....childish, I know.
But, soon after the sadness rolls in an eagerness of newness in my hands. The new cellphone is more sophisticated, so it will be frustration in learning the ropes, but ultimately, it's nice to have something new. And the phone number shouldn't be too hard to remember, I hope.
I was also amazed at how many applications and abilities all the phones had in the store....impressive, yet not when I start to think how people must fill their lives with empty connections to others, to be in constant gossip, to avoid actual conversations, to feel they must be in the latest know for various reasons, to feel that they must always be able to be reached.
I just wished that out of all of that technology, they would make phone buttons and touch screen 'keyboards' large enough for the size of the average and clumsy human fingertip.
I'm just glad I have a phone now....thank you Lord for your blessings!
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