Last weekend I left my phone charger at work.
Denial. I check my bag again, it has to be there. Maybe my girlfriend borrowed it? I check my end table. Then my bag. Then my end table. My coat pocket. Back to my bag….
Guilt. What if a college friend makes a surprise visit to New York? What if something happens to my brother? What if a friend needs to get bailed out of jail? It’s just not responsible this day and age to be unreachable for a 3-day weekend.
Bargaining. I keep my phone off and only turn it on every half hour to check my messages. Hmm, my phone is still losing battery pretty fast, better check it every hour. Every 2 hours? It’s still not working, my phone is going to die!
Depression. 30% Battery life. 15% Battery life. My friend’s barbecue will probably be canceled and I’ll be the only idiot who shows up. What’s the point?
Acceptance. 5% Battery life. Take a nap. Go to barbecue. Have fun.
By: Jeremy Wimmer