First of all, I will completely admit to loving my phone more than my mom and coffee combined, so every time I lose my phone, I'm pathetically yet legitimately confused as to what to do with my life. Essentially, losing my phone is like losing my dog, so naturally there’s a multi-staged grief process that ensues after.

Stage One: The Realization

When you notice your phone is gone, you rummage through literally everything from your purse to your pockets, and even your flute case from fourth grade.

Stage Two: The Disbelief

You think through all of the things you’ve done in the last week trying to figure out where it could be since you would never neglect something that precious and lose it ever.

Stage Three: The Acceptance

You finally accept your phone is gone and can’t help feeling emotional about it because after all, it seems worse than loosing a leg.

Stage Four: The Withdrawal

You literally have no clue what to do with your life. In awkward situations like waiting for the elevator, you just nervously look around while everyone else stares at their phones laughing at their screens. Naturally, you constantly feel like you’re missing out and worry that all your friends have forgotten about you.

Stage Five: The Epiphany

You realize that everyone else around you looks like anti-social losers staring at a screen all the time, and you start to think “Wow, you should really get off your phones and talk to the world.”

Stage Six: The End

Finally, your new phone comes in—who cares if you just blew $850 on it, it’s new, shiny, and yours. So, you resume your life just like all the other losers on their phones and are back to happily laughing at a screen.