Perks of having a lame phone.
Today marks the day that I have become the only person in my house of five who does not have an iPhone or a nose piercing. I can’t live up to those standards. My house is too wonderful for me. My flip phone from five years ago, still somewhat going strong, gives up and dies every time I receive a string of those group picture messages iPhones send. It may be time to join the rest of the world. The last comment I received in response to pulling out my phone was “What is it 1997 or something? Who are you?” I’m just another person who has cared less about their phone, mostly because I haven’t needed to. There’s something special about having a phone you can pull out and throw on the ground on drunken nights to prove its invincible. And if you accidentally drop it in the pond at the arboretum, it still works. And it’s boring. So no one’s going to want to steal it. I’m not hating on smartphones, I’ve just been too lazy to get one. But, its 2012. So maybe its due time for an upgrade.