I lost my phone.

Yep. It went off and decided to continue life without me.

Bad decision…cos it returned back to me after (appearently) going for a swim.

Where the heck did I lose it and why was is then so unfixable wet on the inside?

Well, lets go back to that friday night..

At that beachbar.

Theme? open air disco or in other words:
silent disco.

For those who don´t know…it´s a disco, that´s completely silent.

Well, until you put your headphones on.

Theeen you simply never wanna take them off ever again.

And if you wondered… yep everyone can hear your „singing along“ when they take off their headphones.

So don´t.

pleace don´t.

You know that sound when someone scratches their nails down a chalkboard?

Yea…it´s that bad..

you know what´s worse?

When you hear yourself the next day on that freakin long video your friend took of everyone.

Impossible to watch it without turning the volume down to -10.

But yea, at least everyone sucks pretty much the same at singing aka screaming to a song.

As long as everyone keeps their headphones on… you´re fine.

However it´s never a gurantee, including all the strangers around you, sooo….
Anything left to do is not caring how stupid you might look and sound.

Silent disco or Screaming disco. The only channel you should not listen to.


So back to my phone.

I really wonder…
Who the hell puts their nowadays immensivley big smartphones in their back jeans pocket?

I´m not talking about you guys…your pants pockets are like double the size of ours.
Girls jeans pockets are just not made for storage purposes. They are sorely here so you can squeeze in three of your fingers, in order to let your arm rest for a minute (and look cool doing so).

So of course my phone would be sitting in their, half in half out, fearing it could slip out any moment.

Well and that´s where my theory of „how I lost my phone“ starts….

A: It either just fell out and dropped into the sand – someone found it, dumped it in water and gave it to a bartender, because he has no use for anything less than an iphone-like smartphone.

OR

B: I went to the bathroom, put my phone „safely“ on the toilet next to the flush and forgot it their (because in my pants pocket it could fall out – what an irony..)
Slowly but surely it, of course, found its way into the toilet sink, who knows for how long, until it got discovered by the cleaning lady who brought it to a bartender. Because again…no use for an old phone, plus… it came out of a TOILET.

OR

C: I lost it somehow somewhere, someone found it, brought it to the bar and THERE it somehow got heavily drunk on water.
(yea all those somehows really are based on solid assumptions).

Anyhow..

we all know this feeling when we realize….shit where is my phone..

For a moment you don´t accept the fact that it might be gone forever and you think about all the pictures and notes you haven´t saved and all the other backup shit you should have done but haven´t.
And now you also have to buy a new one with the money you don´t have..

This little device carries so many things for you, remembers them and saves them for you, and he, I mean it.. also acts as a little guide and connector.

Ask yourself: What is the one thing you spend most time with..?

And lets include eeverything/one into that question.

I bet some kind of technical device tops on place one or two..

Actually it´s sad to think about it, but at the end of the day, if you add it all up….you probably interact more with your phone than you do with the person you actually spend most time with.
Even more sad..we find ourselves doing it simultaneously more often than we think..

Ok couples out there, prove me wrong.

The funny part about my whole phone losing thing is…I actually told my sister that day that I don´t want my phone anymore, I need a new one.
And it was not the first time I said it (so be careful what you wish for).

I mean, I couldn´t even make important updates anymore, because of my severe lack of storage space – for moonths! So that sucked.
And I also wasn´t able to transfer my pictures onto my laptop anymore. That reeeally sucked.

So…I guess, my phone knew it was time to break up (by breaking itself.).

Whether or not it ended up in a toilet..

never deposit your phone anywhere near one.
and don´t run and dance around with it in your pants pocket. high risk of losing it..whether or not you are drunk.

but especially when you are drunk.

so don´t drink.



I don´t like my conclusion.

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