I have one thing I am currently dealing with. I should get a new phone. The one I carry is on the verge of exploding in my hand, and only for a moment do I hesitate about whenever I bring it to my ear.
The ringer no longer works properly, the mechanism for the vibrator is loose causing it to spark and rattle when it goes off. If it weren’t for the era we live in, I would have little worry about throwing it in the garbage (with little to no will for replacing it). I am told that I should get a shiny new dip in my bank account to satisfy the need of connectivity that phones today allow us. We don’t even need to pay a premium price, hiding our expenses through the phone company’s monthly bill.
As much as it pains me to say it; I use my phone all the time for all sorts of useful things. The commodity outweighs my own aggression towards its place in our world, and I find my self endlessly tied to its convenience and corporate necessity. Do I keep the phone that so haunts me with the threat of failure in some masochistic sense of self-respect? Or do I succumb to the whims of ever advancing consumer technology, for the mere price of my piece of mind- since we all know I’m getting fucked by whoever I buy a phone from.
At the end of the day, my phone still works, so there is little reason for me to think about replacing it. As the days continue though, I do feel the impending danger I will cause myself when it fails to be convenient in an inconvenient world.
