Smartphones rule our lives
My iPhone was stolen on Wednesday. AGAIN. I wasn't drunk. I wasn't being irresponsible. I was eating pizza.
I was at an office party. The office of a startup. Everyone knew everyone. I was huddling around the food table filled with snacks for the majority of it since I didn't know most of the crowd. I was chatting to someone and told them I was probably going to bounce at 9. But then someone told us they ordered pizza. "Oooo pizza," I thought, "Ok I'll stay." That damn pizza.
I was sitting on the couch and I put my phone on the table in front of me while I ate my pizza and chatted to these guys. Then when I got up to leave, it was gone. Ran away. Escaped. Jumped into someone's pocket. Gone.
If you've ever had your phone stolen you know that sinking feeling in your gut. "Oh shit," you think. Your life is over as you know it. The world is ending.
Not really, but that's what it feels like because we rely on our smartphones for everything. What did we do before them? Or even before cellphones? How did people meet up? How did you know what your friends were doing?
The world isn't really ending but is difficult when you're trying to make plans for the weekend. For me, it revolves around Facebook and exact times and exact places. Because if venues change...well then I'd be shit out of luck. If I'm in a neighborhood I'm not familiar with, how do I get myself home? Oh, Hopstop, you've spoiled me. Think I'll just stay on my couch.
People suck. We shouldn't have to feel like we have to protect our belongings at every minute, even if it's at an office party. But that's the life we live in. Trust is something we give too easily when in reality you never know who you can trust.
After my sinking gut feeling I turned to the guy closest to me and immediately asked to use his phone. First call rang. Second call went straight to voicemail. Find My iPhone placed it at my location. Then it was offline. That's when you know; it's gone forever.
He asked me what I would do if I actually found it on the app and the person who stole it. "Oh, I'd tackle his ass." Because my iPhone is my baby. Now how was I supposed to post my latest dinner on Instagram? Kidding. But not really.
How did we get so reliant on a piece of machinery?
I was at an office party. The office of a startup. Everyone knew everyone. I was huddling around the food table filled with snacks for the majority of it since I didn't know most of the crowd. I was chatting to someone and told them I was probably going to bounce at 9. But then someone told us they ordered pizza. "Oooo pizza," I thought, "Ok I'll stay." That damn pizza.
I was sitting on the couch and I put my phone on the table in front of me while I ate my pizza and chatted to these guys. Then when I got up to leave, it was gone. Ran away. Escaped. Jumped into someone's pocket. Gone.
If you've ever had your phone stolen you know that sinking feeling in your gut. "Oh shit," you think. Your life is over as you know it. The world is ending.
Not really, but that's what it feels like because we rely on our smartphones for everything. What did we do before them? Or even before cellphones? How did people meet up? How did you know what your friends were doing?
The world isn't really ending but is difficult when you're trying to make plans for the weekend. For me, it revolves around Facebook and exact times and exact places. Because if venues change...well then I'd be shit out of luck. If I'm in a neighborhood I'm not familiar with, how do I get myself home? Oh, Hopstop, you've spoiled me. Think I'll just stay on my couch.
People suck. We shouldn't have to feel like we have to protect our belongings at every minute, even if it's at an office party. But that's the life we live in. Trust is something we give too easily when in reality you never know who you can trust.
After my sinking gut feeling I turned to the guy closest to me and immediately asked to use his phone. First call rang. Second call went straight to voicemail. Find My iPhone placed it at my location. Then it was offline. That's when you know; it's gone forever.
He asked me what I would do if I actually found it on the app and the person who stole it. "Oh, I'd tackle his ass." Because my iPhone is my baby. Now how was I supposed to post my latest dinner on Instagram? Kidding. But not really.
How did we get so reliant on a piece of machinery?
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