People come to my house and laugh at my "quaint twentieth century technology." It's true: I am content with others' electronic castoffs, and I use them until they're 1) utterly obsolete, 2) well beyond repair, or 3) both.
I do this as part of my approach to "reduce reuse recycle." I don't care that I inherited my stereo from my little brother over 20 years ago. It still works. Why put it in a landfill when it still does what I need?
I also do this because I'm cheap. It's been almost four years since I bought my first laptop and I've been told it's time I replace it, but I don't really have the money for that right now, and even if I did, I would rather spend it on something else.
I'm also a bit of a Luddite. I admit it. I am. I miss my typewriter. I resisted getting a cell phone until being stranded in an airport during a disastrous trip made me see how useful they could be. When I did get a cell phone six and a half years ago, I bought the cheapest phone and cheapest plan I possibly could.
I was perfectly happy with my completely cheap phone, but a year or so later a friend found it so laughably old-fashioned that she insisted on giving me one of her castoffs, despite my protests that I didn't need a newer one. She knew how to do things like take the sim card out of my crappy out-dated phone and put it in her newer, cooler phone, so eventually I gave in and let her do what she thought was necessary.
And that was the phone I had for the last five years. After I dropped it, the back stayed in place thanks only to a nice blue racing stripe of electrical tape. That didn't bother me; what bothered me was that the earphone jack quit working properly, so I had to hold the phone to talk on it. But I was too cheap to replace it just for that.
Especially since I didn't use it much. I would go days without turning it on. I hated it when people called me on my cell phone instead of my landline. My cell phone, you see, was for my convenience, not anyone else's. And I had no desire to be always available to other people. If I didn't need to call someone when I went out, I left it home.
And then this week a friend had a crisis, and I had to use my cell phone to talk to him about it because I had to be out. I had to use it. And I discovered that the battery is so old and crappy that I couldn't talk on it for more than half an hour before the damn thing died.
And that was not acceptable.
And that meant I had to buy a new phone.
So I grudgingly, resentfully, sullenly went to the cell phone store yesterday, and found a really cool up-to-date phone for "free" ("free" means $18.00 in cell phone store speak, apparently), and bought it, and I AM IN LOVE.
It's cute, and it does cool stuff, and I am convinced it likes me too.
If you have my cell phone number, CALL ME! I want to talk to EVERYONE on this phone!
And I'm not going to make rash promises, but... there is the distinct possibility that I might even learn to text!