This weekend, I finally dropped my phone and cracked my screen. This is the first time in over a year and a half that this has happened, a personal record for me. Please, no need to applaud. As I have been on my high horse with my functional screen for quite a while, this is a bit of an odd position for me. And, since this is the first time this has happened in so long, I thought I would present my personal journey throughout my depressing phone screen-breaking process. Here are my approximate thoughts throughout my many stages of grief upon dropping my phone:
Crap. Crap. Crap. Maybe it’s still OK – I’m pretty sure I put a screen protector on, right? I’m pretty sure I ordered one as soon as I bought the phone, didn’t I? Nope. Forgot to put it on. It’s cracked.
Well, I’ve got to be the stupidest person in the world. I basically just threw away a bunch of money and made playing Candy Crush mildly more difficult moving forward. And, as per usual, I am going to express this anger by keeping it balled up deep inside until it boils over one day and manifests itself in a colossal meltdown.
Hey, maybe I can make this work. After all, plenty of people still use phones with cracked screens. Perhaps I can still use this like a normal phone. Man, it sure does hurt every time I swipe through Instagram though. But maybe if I try going a little slower… No, that still hurts. And is my thumb bleeding?
I have made a mistake and am OK with it. It’s happened before and it will happen again. Perhaps this is an opportunity for growth, a chance to look past my own follies and accept myself. And maybe this will also help me not spend so much time on my phone, letting me look at the world around me and not see everything through my phone camera. It’s time for a change, and I feel like this is going to be a brand new start for me.
5) Giving Up
Whatever, I’ll just get a new one.