As I was checking my phone tonight, walking out into the parking lot by where I work, my phone suddenly stopped. Since that moment, I haven’t seen a single sign hinting that it might start working again — not when I attempted to charge it, not when I connected it to my computer, not when I tried to restart it. To be honest, I’m a little embarrassed by how upset I am that it is no longer working.
It sounds like the punchline of a joke: my phone died, and I don’t know what to do. Very bourgeois — similar statements are probably all over the “first world problems” websites. There are so many bigger problems in the world right now. At the same time, it feels like a legitimate concern. The biggest reason why I always want my phone with me is that it gives me a way to get help, especially when I’m driving forty miles a day or more, half of it at night. If I have car problems, I won’t have to wait at the side of the freeway in the dark and hope that a decent person helps me out.
Of course, I also enjoy being able to go on Facebook, check my emails, text my friends, and go online. I love having a smartphone — I got mine almost a year and a half ago, and it’s been really easy to get accustomed to having one. I enjoy being connected to my friends, family, and the larger world through the internet on my phone. Being able to find directions wherever I want to go has been fantastic, and it has definitely given me more freedom to go places without needing to plan out directions ahead of time.
I have mixed feelings about this. On the one hand, I’m panicking because my phone isn’t working, and I still have to go to work tomorrow, and the next day, and so on, regardless whether I have a phone. On the other hand, that that is my biggest concern for tomorrow seems like I have a lot for which to be grateful. I should stop complaining (and hope that nothing happens with my car).