The end of the Galaxy S3 phone

I lusted, I acquired, I loved and, alas, I lost. The Galaxy S3 was quite the phone. Big and slightly curved. The second day I had it fell and the screen cracked but it still worked. Even when a splinter of glass cut into to my skin a few weeks later I could not be desuaded it was the best phone ever. So, it came as a shock when two days ago my phone said good bye for good. It seems to be dead and I can’t be bothered spending the time to recussitate it. It had its life and it was better for both of us to let it go in piece.

With such failures it becomes quickly aparent how hard you have been hit by this technical hiccup. I brushed the dust of my Nokia 62-whatever and popped the sim in from my S3 (yes, it fits). I plugged in the phone and watched it light up instantly as it charged. I contemplated the utter gloom of being without my S3. The phone became interactive and I shuffled through my contact list; full of history, nicknames, and incomprehensible abbreviations — there isn’t many of them. I had a bazillion contacts on my S3 what the frack am I gonna do?

Suddenly, I am interrupted by a torrent of calls from real people that pay the bills and I have to politely navigate around not knowing who they are initially. So, I get to the end of the day and  reflect. I can hear people, they can hear me. As a phone, after many a year,  the Nokia works better than the S3. In fact I am sure it will be around for the next catastrophic failure — I miss phones as good this, I miss the extra time I seem to gain from not looking at junk on the interwebs. Maybe I am a nostaligic fool but I would love my next phone to more like this little Nokia and little less like the media monster S3 — small, cheap, lightweight, robost, energy efficient, with a few cloud backup features thrown in.