Why this condition still persists is hard to explain, but the answer certainly includes my incredible laziness and a sudden determination to believe that fixing a hardware device by oneself is within reach (even ordered batteries and phone screws online.)
But the experience made me realize a few things:
- how disconnected an existence it's possible for me to lead, and how there are aspects of it I've actually like
- how easy it is to substitute my phone with other technology (how do you pronounce Skype?)
- and how easy it is to just ask people for their phones
There were just three times that I've been seriously frustrated and actually missed having a phone:
- once when I was alone looking for a restaurant where I was supposed to meet friends, and didn't have a way to call anyone once I realized (after getting there) that I had the wrong address.
- the second when I had call a GSB alum for a project that I was working on and ended up calling him from three different phones (yeah, he thought it was a little weird)
- and finally my mom was really annoyed that she couldn't get to me, particularly wince my dad was traveling at the time.