My iPhone 4S is still alive and kicking. I can text (but not iMessage) and even use Instagram. I gave up on Snapchat years ago because the filters caused my phone to freeze. Last month my phone threw in the towel on Netflix. Now I sit on my couch and think about the papers I have to write while I wait for my husband to get home so I can use his phone to cast Mad Men to the TV like a sad housewife.
Back in 2013 when I first got the phone (previously used by someone else for two years) I thought the photo quality was excellent. Now my ‘grams have been deteriorating in beauty along with my phone’s inability to update itself to provide me with the latest emojis. I scroll and read the captions but get interrupted by the box with a question mark inside.
Why don’t I get a new phone? Just like everyone else: money. But I’ve grown accustomed to my lack of readily available Netflix and incredibly slow Insta stories. I have realized that I am scared of what will become of me when I have that all back again.
Image: Simer Haer/The Cascade
