This Friday a terrible thing of enormous proportions happened: I cracked my phone screen! Sorry if I scared you or misled you with my first sentence (it’s a joke, relax!), but my point is that our lives nowadays are so interlinked with technology that when something like this happens, it really is like the end of the world to a lot of people.
I admit I was sad and my reaction was normal: I had a laughing fit! I was at work installing some new equipment with its supplier rep. We both left our phones next to each other on the workbench. A cable slipped from his hand, flew past his phone and hit mine like a football (soccer 😏) player hits a ball on a penalty shoot-out! My phone flew from the bench and landed screen flat on the floor. There was no slow motion scene, no trying to catch it: one second it was safely on the bench, next second it was lying there, like a body waiting to be recovered.
As I recovered the phone, I didn’t think of it’s price value, how much I’d have to spend to have it replaced or fixed straight away. All I could think was ‘How the hell am I going to keep up with WordPress and Wattpad without it?’ I use a computer or my tablet (with attached keyboard) to write the blog posts or book chapters, but the phone is my main tool for reviewing before I post and especially for replying to comments, private messages and sneaking a couple of reads during work hours (shame on me! I’m guilty!).
My blog and my book have taken over my spare time, meaning all the time I can spare, and I feel much happier than I was before I started both. It’s not just the writing and expressing my feelings in a very open and candid way: it’s what I get in return from people I have never met in person, be it someone who relates to my struggles having gone through something similar, someone who faces the issues I write about in my book or a (just turned) 13 year old very talented writer who wants to chat and get some advice. These are people I might never have had the pleasure of ‘meeting’ in a world not linked by the internet.
In this lonely un-technological version of the world, my blog might have been a padlocked diary, destined to be hidden under a bed, never to be read by anyone but me. As I’m no Anne Frank, I doubt the tales of my marriage failure would draw any interest if they were just words on a piece of paper. It’s the contact with the person behind the writing that makes it so special to people. The fact that you can read, leave a comment to a complete stranger and get a sweet reply that thanks you; the fact that you can find someone who becomes your friend when they are an ocean apart from you is something so amazingly special that I don’t have words to describe it.
It’s a small world after all indeed!
P.S.: The phone is alive. The crack is bad but could have been a lot worse.
Soundtrack: Big Big World – Emilia