Dingo Breakfast
A yawn, a leak, and a good look around.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Alternative Resources
'Do you want to replace Brian?'
Excuse me, what?
'Do you want to replace Brian?'
My phone is asking me a question. I wish it wouldn't. I'm not really sure why it feels the need to ask me, can't you just do something without asking me that question? I feel a bit violated, I mean, I realize my phone hears every possible conversation I have, but that's too personal. That's not a question anyone should be asking.
It took me 15 tries and another pair of eyes to figure out how to remove Brian from my speed dial on my cell and 'replace' him with someone else. No, I'm not an idiot, because my phone was telling me that he was #2 and my SIM card was actually pulling him from #1002 instead, making it damn near impossible for me to figure out why I was [almost] calling Brian every time I went to use #2 to call someone else yesterday. You can't even imagine the horror I felt when I saw I was almost calling, I felt rude and intrusive and, well, kinda weird seeing his name pop up on my phone.
This, of course, begs the question, am I really trying to replace Brian? Ugh. I have been asked that a few times in the past week, and surprisingly, I don't even hesitate to say "no" every time. It's not about 'replacing' Brian; I can't be the same person I was, I can't change the way things ended, but I also can't hope for an alternative ending for the rest of my life. I hated hearing that question, not just from my phone, but from my friends, as well - I am a huge fan of the relationship we had (until the end) and really can't say anything bad about Brian as a person. I was lucky, I was scared and sad to leave, I didn't know how to deal with ending something I didn't want to end, but things had to change for both of us... but I'm not 'replacing' him, by any means. I might be looking for a better fit to my life, but he was and still is like my jeans from Montreal. There won't be another pair, but I still love them, rips and holes and all.
On a bright note, Miss Em was able to steal my phone out of my hands and solve the problem for me. Good to know I can still be tech-stupid and someone else has to figure it out how to use something as simple as a cell phone for me. Cheers to Monday and watching the markets and my self-confidence take a nosedive.
Excuse me, what?
'Do you want to replace Brian?'
My phone is asking me a question. I wish it wouldn't. I'm not really sure why it feels the need to ask me, can't you just do something without asking me that question? I feel a bit violated, I mean, I realize my phone hears every possible conversation I have, but that's too personal. That's not a question anyone should be asking.
It took me 15 tries and another pair of eyes to figure out how to remove Brian from my speed dial on my cell and 'replace' him with someone else. No, I'm not an idiot, because my phone was telling me that he was #2 and my SIM card was actually pulling him from #1002 instead, making it damn near impossible for me to figure out why I was [almost] calling Brian every time I went to use #2 to call someone else yesterday. You can't even imagine the horror I felt when I saw I was almost calling, I felt rude and intrusive and, well, kinda weird seeing his name pop up on my phone.
This, of course, begs the question, am I really trying to replace Brian? Ugh. I have been asked that a few times in the past week, and surprisingly, I don't even hesitate to say "no" every time. It's not about 'replacing' Brian; I can't be the same person I was, I can't change the way things ended, but I also can't hope for an alternative ending for the rest of my life. I hated hearing that question, not just from my phone, but from my friends, as well - I am a huge fan of the relationship we had (until the end) and really can't say anything bad about Brian as a person. I was lucky, I was scared and sad to leave, I didn't know how to deal with ending something I didn't want to end, but things had to change for both of us... but I'm not 'replacing' him, by any means. I might be looking for a better fit to my life, but he was and still is like my jeans from Montreal. There won't be another pair, but I still love them, rips and holes and all.
On a bright note, Miss Em was able to steal my phone out of my hands and solve the problem for me. Good to know I can still be tech-stupid and someone else has to figure it out how to use something as simple as a cell phone for me. Cheers to Monday and watching the markets and my self-confidence take a nosedive.
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