It happened to a friend of a friend of mine. Okay, I'm lying. It happened to me but you've probably experienced the same thing too. Let me set the scene...
It's New Year Eve, one of the most anticipated party nights of the year and you're tiptoeing on the point of having one too many. You're laughing, having an gay old time until you decide to break the seal and head to the bathroom. Naturally, you bring your cellphone with you because your state of "separation anxiety" will be too much to bear for those 84 seconds. So, you shove it in your back pocket. Ah yes! The back pocket. It seems like the safest place during your current state of mind but the next series of events are bound to prove otherwise. You lock the door behind you, make a duck face (see Exhibit A) in the mirror and promise yourself that water will be the next shot you take. You undo your belt... blah blah blah, yadda yadda yadda...you know what happens next.
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| Exhibit A: Le Duck Face |
Your beloved iPhone or Blackberry (no comment) is sinking quickly to the bottom of the toilet bowl. WHAT DO YOU DOOO!? That's a rhetorical question, because the answer is pretty obvious. You dive your hand into that germ infested toilet bowl to fish it out. Now you watch as the screen slowly fades to black and the one item that you cherish more than anything dies in your arms. You begin to feel the same way you did at seven years old when you watched Bambi's mother get shot. Helpless. In your mind, this is a travesty, a tragedy and all that is in between. But I'm writing this blog to tell you that this couldn't be further from the truth. When this exact situation happened to me two weeks ago, I immediately felt all these emotions but then seconds later I thought to myself "who cares!" (I know I've lost some of you but trust me keep reading).
I put my phone in a bowl of rice since every blog told me that it was the only way that I could bring my phone back to life. And then I did the craziest thing ever... I enjoyed my week without my iPhone. NO SERIOUSLY! I didn't spend my spare time reading everyone's random thoughts on Twitter, seeing what they were eating on Instagram or what they wish they had on Pinterest. I picked up a book and read. And heck, it was the most carefree and relaxing week that I've had in a long time. And seven days later, my phone came out of its coma. Moral of the story, sometimes in order to get the me time that we deserve, you have to put down the iPhone.
I dare you.
