I’m on my way to bed. And I’m crying. It’s ridiculous.
I’ve had a non smart phone for so long I can’t even tell you and when it broke, I got it replaced with the exact same one. I love it so much. But it has a glitch. An issue. A downside. A flaw. It doesn’t get photos. This is so huge you have no idea. This means if someone sends a text message to multiple people I don’t get it because it comes through as a photo. It drives me crazy. I finally caved about three weeks ago and said ~get me a smart phone.
I don’t WANT one. I just know I can’t get another non smart phone like mine that DOES get photos and that’s really the kind I want. It’s little, it does what I want it to, I’m a girl so…it’s pretty, and it’s incredibly easy to text on it.
We went tonight and got Sean a new phone and I got his old one. He’s neurotically careful so it’s in perfect condition. Hell, it’s even my favorite color.
I hate it.
I know I’ll learn to use it, but I just don’t want it.
I get it. I’ll adjust. I’m sure someday I’ll be one of those people that can’t imagine ever going back.
I can’t imagine.
Right now, I just can’t even stand the sight of it.
What do I want it for? So I can get all my freaking messages. So I can check my email if i need to. So I can check the weather. yep. That sums it up. Right there. People that have 5000 apps? Yeah, no.
Games? That’s funny.
I have an Ipod, thankyouverymuch.
I just want my pretty little phone.
And don’t tell me to accept change and welcome to 2013. I welcome plenty of change and pretty freaking cheerfully. But in this case…I may be trying to smile but in my head I’ll be kicking and screaming.
We are keeping my old phone under my daughters old number so when I run I can carry that and not the big phone. That’s how much he loves me. He knows it’s way easier to carry the little phone. So I still get to keep it for emergencies. It’s not the same.
This is the only thing I can think of for why.
We are getting ready for Easter and I miss Alexander.