Broken phones. One Hundred and Fifty Eight. I broke my phone the other day. I know, it seems like a strange enough reason – breaking a phone. But yet there it is. Or here it is. Whichever you may. I dropped my phone on the road and I’m pretty certain it was driven over by cars. A really nice guy on a bike rang my phone for me and delayed himself by a few minutes whilst waiting for me to find my phone. There are nice people everywhere I go. People who do me favours for no reason other than me being another human being – which is why I love all my random act of kindnesses posts, like the guy who gave me bottles of water, the bus driver who stopped not on his route, the taxi driver who took me to my end destination for the original price – 4 times further. Or on Sunday the guys who changed seats for me so that I could have a seat in the direction I wanted.
Sidetracked. Whoops? Broken phones. I broke my phone. I’m surprised that it’s taken me 2 years to do it. I’ve dropped my phone numerous times – it is in a case which a screen protector. I’ve left my phones on the shop counters. Anywhere and everywhere. The most memorable is when I had a worker in the airport returning my phone to me as we – the last people boarding – were getting onto the flight. I’d left it in a random bathroom at least 20 minutes earlier. So the fact I’ve only smashed my phone now – the screen is broken glass and I can’t use it – is really quite amazing. I’ve smashed my phone. Broken glass. That song by Rachel Platten has been playing about in my head now for a while. I’m finding it entertaining to hear how I’m so distractable. Usually when I write reason posts I’m more focused. I think! Maybe you’ll all tell me differently…..
Anyways, so I broke my phone. And that’s a reason. Yup, really! Coz’ everything really is if you let it. This time it’s a reason because I was without a phone for over a day – not so long. Now I’m using a ‘normal’ one by that I mean not a smartphone. It’s frustrating that none of my texts that I received when I didn’t have a phone have come through. I travelled without a phone. I was okay. I went to work without a phone. I was okay. It’s really fun to be out of contact. When I was on hols recently there was very little reception (network or whatever you call it elsewhere) about. I couldn’t text or call people. It’s actually freeing. And fun. So I broke my phone. Reason, um, I think this is 158. I’ve said it so many times I shouldn’t have to check to confirm, but I do. Have to check I mean.
The other reason about my broken phone. The other way my broken phone is a reason. My broken phone is worthy of a reason post for another aspect too. Gosh, I can’t get it to sound grammatically correct at all! Why’m I trying to???? I’ve been wanting a new phone for a while. One that has more than 16gb of memory space. I decided against buying one as I don’t have the money at the moment. Well, now I’m going to have to buy one! I don’t plan on buying one before March as I don’t have a way to get any money for it – unless I use my credit card which is automatically paid off by my debit card each month. Maybe. So I’m going to get a new phone. Which I’ve been wanting. I probably will look for an A5 2017. As that’ll cost about 150. Although EE didn’t have any 2017 phones. Hopefully I’ll find one around that price. I guess we’ll find out. I’m looking forward to a new phone. I’m hoping samsung can retrieve my missed messages and things. I’m hoping my new phone will automatically upload all my pictures that are backed on samsung cloud – else I’ll really cry. I’ve some awesome, fantastic, pretty, gorgeous, absolutely stunning pictures on there. Both of the nature – like the videos of the ocean crashing – and of us.
Broken phones. 158. I also get to witness the good side of people when I break my things.
Broken phones. Broken glass – please note the broken glass on the phone is so pretty! I wish I could fix my phone just to capture it…..
So long as there’s life, there’s hope,
Love and light,
There better be no spelling or horrendous mistakes here as I’m late and don’t have time to check it over. I’ll pretend that I usually check over my posts. I rarely, rarely do. Though I often reread to change the spaces that are incorrect or stuff like that.
What is your reason to live today?