By mouth{JT}

First of all, I would like to say I have no problems being a Drama Queen, I really don’t. In fact, I like it. One of the real positive things that has come out of me writing a blog was the fact I’m okay with all my strange habits and behaviours. I used to feel a bit guilty about it, and try to be normal, but in reality, inside I was screaming, with all those little twitchy things dying to come out. I like being different, a comment I’m often told, and I like being precise, pedantic, and demanding (mostly of myself.). I don’t like comments such as “Okay, well, that’s good enough,” or, “That will do” – statements to indicate that something is passable, but not really right. I don’t do passable at all, and I would drive myself (and those around me) crazy making something as near to perfect as I can. It’s tiring and time consuming, but it is the way it is, and I like it. A lot.

That being said, it can certainly lead to some odd and funny situations. This month’s drama was the cell phone. Now, I had a cell phone, but it wasn’t trendy. Not at all. It was 10 years old, though still obviously in pristine condition, and it did what I wanted it to do: Make an emergency call if I got stuck anywhere. That’s it, period. I don’t want to take photos with my phone, or even do texts. I certainly dont want it to access the internet, and I dont play games in RT, so that’s out, too. I want it specifically for the car in case I get stuck anywhere. And because I am an old lady, I have no need to update it every year, either. I’m not interested in looking cool. So every once in a while I would charge it up, and off we’d go.

About six months ago, I bought a “swipe” phone as a backup. There was one big snag however: I didn’t like it, and I mean as in, I hated it. My normal phone is a flip top, or clamshell phone – the type with a lid – and I prefer that, so the new phone was relegated to housing music, and that was that.

Until the charger for my flip top broke. The phone was so old they don’t make or sell chargers for it, so there was nothing else to do but buy a new one. Ugh. So ugh. My first thought was to search on the internet for a new charger, and buy a cheap phone in the meantime, which I did. It was just as a temporary measure, so it didn’t have to be expensive. I got about ten seconds into setting it up, and honestly? I didn’t really try. I was already over doing it before I started, so I thought, “Screw it, I’ll take it to a phone shop and get them to do it for me.”

Off I went. The new phone was a push button thing, but – Hm, okay, I didn’t really like it. I would probably pocket dial someone by accident, so while I was in the shop I bought a third phone – a clamshell one, with a lid. I must say, the guy that sold it to me was very, very patient and set the whole thing up for me. He activated it, whatever that means, and kindly activated the other one, too, and the smile never left his face, even when I told him I don’t text unless if I have to (I don’t cope with text speak at all (how RU and i’m gr8 get no response from me. I didn’t learn fucking spelling at school to bastardize the language).

So now, I have four phones. My old one, dead with no charger; my new one to use in an emergency; a backup to sit in the glove box in the car; and a swipe one to play music on (although I mostly use an Ipod for that).

Overkill? Possibly

But I got there in the end.

The DQ way.

-Carrie-
aka mouth {JT}