Her energy and battery depleted without warning – much faster than when she was a young tadpole. Her screen couldn’t compare to the size of the younger models. Her processor couldn’t keep up with the newest technology, and she was becoming a weight at my side. I didn’t like it at all. But there was no denying the truth. She was no longer sprinting, but merely limping through her weak and waning battery life. And, like with a beloved, albeit elderly and sickly pet, there came a day when I knew it was time.
My phone is one of my favourites. I’m totally reliant on my phone. I love my phone (and you, Siri! ), but beyond that, it’s just a phone. She does for me exactly what I want her to do, when I ask her to do it, and as long as our connection is consistent, I’m OK. We’re OK. When I used her for lengthy periods of time, her anger seemed to flare and she became agitated. Her memory was prone to sporadic and unpredictably gaps. She didn’t always want to wake up after a lengthy nap. When things became too much for her, she would just shut down and stop speaking with me.
I keep her charged — just in case. Can anyone relate? I’m just not ready to let her fade to zero percent just yet. It’s such a dilemma. I know I need to move on, but it feels like cheating. Replacing her with a newer and shinier model — someone with a better memory and faster processor. They say screen size doesn’t matter, but maybe it does. Maybe we can measure worth in megapixels. Still, it isn’t her fault, getting old. Setting her aside feels wrong, somehow. She’s currently sitting in the lovely box my new phone arrived in because it’s a really, really nice box. Much too nice to simply toss away. Can anyone relate?
She arrived a couple of days ago. I’ve transferred all my old data, contacts, and apps onto the new and shiny upgraded model. I even ordered a high tech phone case via one-day delivery in my favorite shade of turquoise. I am good to go, except for one thing. When I bought my new used car a few months ago, the salesman even commented on it. When a used car salesman tells you your phone is old, you believe him. Who can you trust, if not a used car salesman? (Mine was a very nice guy.) I have a bright and shiny new phone, but I also still have my old phone, and even though she is quite ancient by phone standards and no longer able to run the most current and fastest apps and operating systems, she has been loyal and true to me for more than a handful of years (or maybe a decade, but who’s counting?) I am having a hard time giving up on her completely.
To compound matters, I still keep my husband’s phone charged as well, even though his is no longer connected to service. The phone can still keep a charge and turning it off feels like turning him off. So, I rotate charging cables between three phones at this point, even though I understand logically I only need one (or at most two.) It’s a conundrum. I understand I can donate them, so please don’t contact me about that. This column isn’t about what to do with an old phone, it’s about what to do when you have an attachment to an old phone. That is my problem. And if you have a solution for that, please do contact me. I’m searching for answers.