Excuse me for that horror of a face.
This was that week where I realized all of my usual equipment needed replacement. My laptop has been with me since 2013 and has gotten through several factory resets and OS refresh (please hackers, I’m not a big person, there’s no reason why you should swoop in and snag my data). My phone, the most recent purchase, decided to un-open itself and stay frozen by booting. My camera, which I recklessly hung by my closet (for aesthetic purposes, which I know is foolish), now have a broken LCD and, by the grace of all Mirrorless gods, doesn’t have viewfinder as an alternative. I can still use it, but, you know, it’s like taking pictures in the dark.
This means that folks, if I have not been on my regular channels of social media, it’s because my stuff have gone rusty. And no, I’m not asking for pity. Or for money.
It’s surprising to have one full week of cellphone detox, one that was unexpected, but accepted. There’s nothing I could do but probably say farewell to something I bought foolishly with money that could probably be a business investment. And right now, it got me thinking a lot: about things that I really need, things I could buy, and things I could ditch, because not having them won’t kill me.
There were positives to this. One, I had a lot of free time; instead of swiping up and down my phone to see the latest trend (which usually brought me short heart attacks, not the real kind), I get to rest, draw on actual paper, and wreck my hand structure because having a big of a device isn’t really comfortable. I did miss snapping photos of the sky, of my dog, and listening to Spotify, but I still got my 2012 iPod, and even though its backlights are choking, it pretty much works well. Plus, I don’t get to read work email as soon as I have to.
Funny how the things you use recklessly end up living longer than the ones you care the most.
So, that’s it. This is me saying you can’t call me, find me on Facebook (because somehow loading the page is too hard for my Jurassic laptop), but you can always @ me on Twitter, and I’m often there, tweeting odd dreams.