This will be a breather for my usual longer posts (I am sorry for that, btw.) I had no connection last night so I wasn't able to post anything the past couple of days.
Just this morning, I said goodbye to my phone. I cracked the screen by sitting on it. It crushed under my steadily increasing weight and against my cheap knuckle dusters on my right back pocket. The LCD screen broke in more than 3 places and the colors were dead pixels: streaks of bright pink and navy blue along with white lines and black gapes.
There was consolation to it, though, I managed to make a few calls before putting it away in my bag. Glad to have mastered the interface to call up my mom who gave me the phone. It was a short call full of apologies. She laughed and reminded me how much the phone cost as a joke. I was embarrassed. I told her I'll get a new one on my own.
That's pretty much it. It was a waste and I felt stupid for not remembering that I had the phone in my back pocket. I thought of leaving that phone at home the moment I got a new one. Oh well. I feel bad. If it were really mine, I wouldn't have felt that way. It's just that I remember my mum having to put up with a crappy phone set just to buy me a new one that I've managed to wreck twice now with finality and deep sentiments.
It's funny how we can get so close to things that are material only to remember that it was just a symbol of a deeper connection. I didn't care about how much the phone cost, I cared about how my mum thought of me the moment she decided to give it to me for my birthday.