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.


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.


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).


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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