I’ve been living without a phone for two days now. Not because I want to or because I think it enriches my life. No, my phone-less life is not exactly voluntary. Or successful. I would trade a kidney for my smartphone.
\nDuring a weekend break my phone got stolen at a beach party. When I noticed that my beloved Samsung had disappeared I left the party right away and biked home crying. Thanks to the prig who stole it, I found myself some real first world problems.<\/p>\n
The next day it was clear that I was going to have a hard time. As soon as I woke up, I wanted to grab my phone. What time is it? What’s the weather like today? Oh wait, I have no phone. Is there even a clock here? Everyone is still sleeping. What the hell am I going to do to entertain myself? I need my phone for everything.<\/p>\n
Fortunately, I could use my friends’ phones to settle some things: block my SIM card and request a new one, report it to the police and contact some people to inform them. Apart from my own number I only know one phone number by hard, so that was a logistical challenge. I also called the beach club to make sure my phone wasn’t found, “Oh, I have to call back tomorrow? Sure, I’ll do that!” Only when I hung up I realized: I can not call back tomorrow, because I have no phone!<\/p>\n
And that’s how the story goes. Can you Whatsapp that to me? Oh, no, never mind. What time is the train leaving? No idea. And once on the train, I almost die of boredom without music or social media. What time is that appointment? Shit, I don’t have my calendar. I’ll just call him. No, I can’t… Seriously, my phone is my life. I have become one with my phone and I keep forgetting it’s gone. The absence is hitting me every time I need to use it. OH RIGHT, I HAVE NO PHONE!<\/p>\n
In addition, I constantly feel like I’m missing out on something. What if he tried to call me? And what’s happening on Whatsapp, now that I’m not there? I don’t know how I’m going to keep it up, but I have to be really patient. My new SIM card will arrive tomorrow or the day after…<\/p>\n
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I’ve been living without a phone for two days now. Not because I want to or because I think it enriches my life. No, my phone-less life is not exactly voluntary. Or successful. I would trade a kidney for my smartphone. During a weekend break my phone got stolen at a beach party. When I… <\/p>\n