I read this guy’s story with something akin to dread:
And that’s when I realized that little by little, my phone had gotten the best of me.
I’ve often prided myself on one of the few people not shackled to my phone, but after reading this guy’s story, I chided myself for my arrogance.
As much as I hate to admit it, my phone is now an integral part of my existence, as much as my glasses or my car.
We’ve been one-carring it since the beginning of the week — first, my car had to (finally) get completely fixed after my collision with the highway crocodile a few weeks ago, which meant that while New Wife was driving to and from work, I sat at home, isolated. Then I had to get some errands done (Rx refills etc.) so I had to drive her to and from work for a day. Then, just as we were going to pick up the Tiguan, I got this call: “My check engine light just came on.”
So we picked up my car and dropped hers off, to get the oil changed as well as getting whatever the warning light entailed seen to. All manageable (except the total repair cost for the two cars — I’m going to have to sell a gun or two, and I’m not kidding), but having one car was an inconvenience, really.
However: had my phone disappeared on me during this time, that would have been simply catastrophic. Calls to the auto repair shop, calls to New Wife to organize pickup times… the list of critical calls was far longer than I was comfortable with. And don’t even ask me how I’d have got through to anyone without my phone’s contact list.
Like many people nowadays, we don’t have a landline phone in the apartment. But I’m starting to rethink that — or else I’m going to get a no-contract burner phone for emergencies.
This modern life is bullshit, and it sucks green donkey dicks.