Sep

17

Tantrum.

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For those of you who haven’t heard the story, on Sunday night I threw a tantrum and destroyed my trusty cell phone. It died in good company, with a casserole dish and my dignity. And a bit of my sanity.

I’m ashamed of throwing such a childish fit. It was stupid and I spent the next hour or two fussing at myself for not exercising better control over such an immature moment.

The reason for telling the world this shameful moment is this: I’m replacing my Black RAZR with an iPhone. I can hear you now “you’re rewarding yourself for being a prat” or “wow, what’s next…strangle your dog and buy yourself a diamond ring”. Neither of those things are true. I had been saving for an iPhone for awhile, and have enough money in my new-toy fund for it. I was going to wait until Christmas or the 2nd revision (whichever came first), but I can’t justify using the insurance on my old phone to replace it with the same model, using it for 3 or 4 months and then replacing it with what I was going to buy already.

You may be saying to yourself these things too: “Who the hell do you think you are you self absorbed tantrum-throwing child? Why do I care what you do with your money or how guilty you feel about it”. You don’t care, and I’m okay with that. This post is to remind me to be more careful with things that cost money. More adult when things don’t go my way. More responsible with my life. Perhaps my new toy - the thing that should be so neat and enjoyable - will be a reminder not only that I’m fortunate enough to buy such a lavish gift for myself, but also that I should take care of my things; my phones, my brain and my emotions.