New Phone

After four years with the same phone (I had the second iPhone that hit the market) I finally traded it in for the newest phone on the market. A few weeks ago I received an email from my cell phone provider let me know I could upgrade to the newest phone for just $99. Considering my phone had a battery life of 20 minutes, if ten of those minutes were spent idly sitting in my bag or pocket, and it shutdown every time I tried to take photos, I figured it was time to upgrade. I am not a fan of change and my old phone and I went through a lot together. I had gotten used to the weight of it in my hand, the exact dimensions of the phone and screen, I instinctively knew how to use all of its features before my first cup of coffee in the morning and after one glass of wine too many in the evening. I was not ready to give all of that up, even if it meant my emails would load in under five minutes and I could actually take my phone away from a power outlet without fear of the battery dying at an inconvenient time. Until this afternoon.

I sit here now with my new iPhone. It is a different size and weight. I also sit here with a new fear that my phone might actually get stolen. See, when even the 13 year olds and homeless people have a newer phone than you do the fear of being targeted pretty much drops to zero. Now I actually have to think before whipping out my phone on the street. And, they apparently came up with a shit load of new features in the last four years. I can barely figure out how to use the basic functions I need. I do however have Siri now. I just asked her what I should write for my latest blog post. She replied, “Would you like me to search the web for that?” Ummm, not really, I could do that myself. However, when I asked her what I should wear tonight she replied, “I’m sure what you wore yesterday would be just fine.” I can already tell we are not going to get along, but it doesn’t really matter since I do not know how to easily access her on my new phone just yet.

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About djunapassman

I teach yoga, write, and edit. I live in a Brooklyn neighborhood that is changing faster than I can, or care to, keep up with. Manhattan still beckons me to her island a few subways stops away, reminding me of when I lived amongst her daily hustle and bustle.
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