“I got rid of my iPhone.” Whenever someone hears me say, they respond with, “What kind of Android phone did you get?” When I tell them that I didn’t get a new smartphone but instead switched to a dumb phone, they are dumbfounded. With mouths hanging slack and a disbelieving gaze, they stare at me like I suddenly grew a third eye in the middle of my forehead. After a flabbergasting moment of legitimately not knowing what to say, almost everyone stammers out a confused, “That’s good for you, but I could never do that.”
My Summer Without a Smartphone
My Summer Without a Smartphone
My Summer Without a Smartphone
“I got rid of my iPhone.” Whenever someone hears me say, they respond with, “What kind of Android phone did you get?” When I tell them that I didn’t get a new smartphone but instead switched to a dumb phone, they are dumbfounded. With mouths hanging slack and a disbelieving gaze, they stare at me like I suddenly grew a third eye in the middle of my forehead. After a flabbergasting moment of legitimately not knowing what to say, almost everyone stammers out a confused, “That’s good for you, but I could never do that.”