No one even has a calculator app on their smartphone?
I don’t have a smartphone.
Really? Good for you!
This exchange took place in class last evening. Professor, myself, classmate in close proximity respectively. Really? Good for you!? Have I become one of those people who deserves praise because I’ve resisted the strong temptations of Instagram and, well, being able to navigate without writing down turn-by-turn directions on a piece of paper? Am I old-fashioned?
My initial pride ebbed, replaced by several other thoughts. My worry that I seemed to be “making a statement”, that I seemed to be a holdout. My defensive conviction that my current phone still works, that even though I could have upgraded months ago, that I stick with it because it’s never abandoned me in a time of need. My second-thoughts: maybe I should buy a new phone already, everyone else has.
But then I remember all the good times we’ve had. The exciting struggle to compete in a scavenger hunt against other teams and their smartphones. The delight at finding my friend’s address in the depths of my phone’s notepad and realizing I didn’t need an address book if I just used that feature. The battery-sucking pictures that I’ve taken and had no way to upload to a computer, until all of a sudden, I got my hands on a USB cable. The sheer glee we share in moments when the room fills with Marimba, and I’m the only one not checking my phone because I know I don’t have that ringtone.
And then I remember that it’s just a phone. Maybe for people that need to be in constant contact and have filled their phones with apps, it’s more than that. But not for me. It’s nothing to be ashamed about, but it’s nothing soapbox about either. So perhaps this is a strange “ode”, but it is what it is. And I’ll be the indifferent holder of a feature phone until it dies, or until I get a really-good-you’d-be-a-fool-to-pass-it-up deal on upgrading.