Friday the 15th
Aside from accidentally breaking two wine glasses last night (on two different occasions!), I also lost my cellphone.
I normally carry my phone around inside a small pouch with two pockets: one for my phone and one for my iPod. But last night, in fear of misplacing both gadgets at the party I attended, I decided to leave the pouch at home and to just hand-carry my phone, a preemptive action that eventually turned out to be a big mistake.
It has only been 4 months since I got that Sony Ericsson to fill the shoes of my beloved 2-year-old Nokia that I also lost last March. Now it, too, is gone.
Of course it was not my intention to lose them both, despite being told "It's your job to lose things" by my dad (who was obviously very disappointed when I broke the news to him). Although admittedly, I was really very negligent and I deserved that comment. I'm afraid I really have a tendency to lose my things, no matter how hard I try to keep them close to me. And as this incident shows, sometimes it is even the act of wanting to keep them, my paranoia, that makes me lose them. I'd like to believe that it only applies to material things, to ballpens, IDs, laptops, cellphones, but it doesn't.
Life works that way, I guess. We need to break and to lose things for us to learn to protect and to repair those that we value and for us to have the heart to search for alternatives to those that need replacement. And on my 21st year on earth, I wish that I would finally learn and that I would finally have the heart.
Anyway, I'm sure I will eventually have a new one again, and it will be better. At least that's something to look forward to.
I normally carry my phone around inside a small pouch with two pockets: one for my phone and one for my iPod. But last night, in fear of misplacing both gadgets at the party I attended, I decided to leave the pouch at home and to just hand-carry my phone, a preemptive action that eventually turned out to be a big mistake.
It has only been 4 months since I got that Sony Ericsson to fill the shoes of my beloved 2-year-old Nokia that I also lost last March. Now it, too, is gone.
Of course it was not my intention to lose them both, despite being told "It's your job to lose things" by my dad (who was obviously very disappointed when I broke the news to him). Although admittedly, I was really very negligent and I deserved that comment. I'm afraid I really have a tendency to lose my things, no matter how hard I try to keep them close to me. And as this incident shows, sometimes it is even the act of wanting to keep them, my paranoia, that makes me lose them. I'd like to believe that it only applies to material things, to ballpens, IDs, laptops, cellphones, but it doesn't.
Life works that way, I guess. We need to break and to lose things for us to learn to protect and to repair those that we value and for us to have the heart to search for alternatives to those that need replacement. And on my 21st year on earth, I wish that I would finally learn and that I would finally have the heart.
Anyway, I'm sure I will eventually have a new one again, and it will be better. At least that's something to look forward to.