Delete

Buying a new phone forces you to do several things, the main thing for me is typically deciding who will move on to the contacts list in my new toy and who will forever be left behind never to be called again. That sounds so dramatic. I know.

I recently got my dream phone, a Pink Palm Centro and felt a techy nerd elation, mixed with anxiety. My Treo 650 was the longest that I’d ever had a phone (almost 2 years) and my contact list was filled with people I speak to regularly, people I never want to speak to again, and people that simply ended up in my phone because saying, “Hey let me get your number so we can pretend that we’ll call each other, but we’re really not going to…” seems like a decent way to end a conversation.

Pleased with the realization that I could beam numbers from my Treo to my Centro, I slowly made my way through my contacts list…

Mom…beam

Dad…hmmm…beam

Random person, can’t remember who they are…not a winner

Break Glass In Case of Emergency guy…beam

Homegirl…beam

Homeboy…beam

Another random person, kinda remember how we met…not a winner

Ex-boyfriend…hmm…beam so this year I won’t respond “who is this” to his “Happy Holidays” text

Mu Lan’s…beam

Mr. Coulda Woulda Shoulda……beam so I don’t accidentally answer the phone because I don’t recognize the number…actually don’t beam…

Mr. Unanswered Questions…don’t beam…well…hmmm…I don’t want his number so that my touch screen doesn’t accidentally call him again without me knowing and so he won’t know that his number is still in my phone even though we haven’t spoken in 8 months…

There’s something symbolic about deleting someone’s number out of your phone. While you can’t readily delete them from existence or even from your memory; deleting them frees up .0000002k in your, phone leaving space for another to fill.

If only deleting feelings was this easy…

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