The Shame of Old Tech
I can’t believe I dropped and cracked my phone. I want to buy another one. Even though it will cost at LEAST $300. Even though I saved my previous 3-year-old phone in case something like this happened. And I’m up for a discounted better faster phone in 9 months that will probably be only $200. I can hear Suze Orman denying me over and over and over.
Why do I want a new phone? Because it’s slightly faster and I have the attention span of a gnat. OR even worse it’s because Apple and my peers have convinced me I will gain status by consuming the latest newest gadget. I literally couldn’t sleep last night as I convulsed over having to deal with THE SHAME of slightly slower data speeds and slightly lower quality pictures and video.
But why am I ashamed? I should be ashamed I’m not up at night thinking about how $300 could go into my business, or I don’t know save the lives of a few starving orphans or at least feed the hungry people I see every day right down the street. Yet there would probably be very little shame felt if I went ahead and put the money down on a new phone. A lot of Americans would probably more than understand why I NEEDED to do that. That’s the worst part (right? I mean … of course. But … is it? No, no it is. Right?)
So I’m just gonna hack it with a “crappy” old phone. Even though I’ve been trying to install the new operating system for the past 30 minutes and it’s still “preparing update,” which is FAR TOO FUCKING LONG GOD DAMMIT WHY CAN’T THEY JUST MAKE A PHONE THAT WORKS (I may have some device addiction issues I’m not ready to deal with yet).
Hopefully the contentment I’m doing the right thing for my bank account (and conscience I GUESS) can keep me happy when FACEBOOK JUST WON’T LOAD at the gym. MORALITY!