Sometimes you can have too much of a good thing.
My iPhone for instance. I had a 36GB iPhone… or wait, the 32GB… I don’t know. The big kahoona. I bought it back in my old life in LA when I thought I needed every one of those gigabytes like really bad dude. The music for long walks on the beach and to enhance runs on the treadmill. The photos to share with whats-his-face at the coffee shop in the morning and whats-her-face at dinner that night. The contact information for Two Date Todd, Five Martini Matt, Never Meet Me for Yoga Sally and Always Late Ally. And if there was ever an app that would toast a piece of bread, I wanted to be ready with the gigabytes to make it happen.
Not that I ever ate bread in LA.
Oh the iPhone possibilities… I needed the biggest and the best but I forget why. I loaded it up with a whole lot of fun stuff but rather than use it all, I spent a lot of time scrolling through addresses and photos, songs and files, emails and apps. And all that scrolling has given me a case of….
Here in Paris, my life is much simpler. First, I eat bread. I can’t listen to my songs while walking here since I take the Heel Toe Express nearly everywhere I go. I need my ears to listen for traffic. This city can be a pedestrian nightmare if you’re not on the ball. I only have a handful of friends here and we text or email to make plans. For calls, I rely on Skype. And as for my address book… will the IT Help Desk from two advertising agencies ago really mind if I don’t keep their number from 2007 in my phone?
So I did something unthinkable to Apple aficionados everywhere.
I traded down.
While everyone is clamoring and salivating over the iPhone 5, I took my fancy pants gigamega massive masterpiece of telephone technology back to the store and traded down for a smaller, very capable 8 gigabyte beauty.
It’s still an iPhone. I’m not insane.
And with the money that was left over from the trade down, I bought my lover iPhone speakers for his birthday. I know my IT friends will cringe. You should have sold it on ebay. You’d get more. You should have sold it to ME. You should have done this and that and not what you just did. But I did it. It’s done. And what I learned was this:
Dinner tastes better when made while dancing.
Music now fills our home in a happy way the teeny tinny iPhone or MacBook speakers never could. I’m happy. Christophe’s happy. And I don’t care if Just If I Have Nothing Better To Do Justine isn’t happy that her number isn’t in my phone anymore.
By now, we’ve all collected a lot of digital clutter. And yes, it’s GREAT to have the entire collection of every Bob Dylan song ever recorded. But do I need them ALL on my phone AND my computer AND my iPad AT ALL TIMES?
AND all those photos?
AND all those emails?
AND all those contacts since 2007?
Getting rid of all these duplicates and extraneous bits must be good somehow. Cosmically a flow of something better must be starting, right? I guess we’ll find out together. Most of us anyway. It’s probably time to revisit the Facebook friends list, too.