and that is exactly what this blog post is…aimless, it has no point other than to ramble on about the difficulties of existence. So I had to get a new phone, my other one I accidentally threw at the wardrobe and smashed up the screen and I suspect dislodged a couple of the innards. I didn’t want to get a new phone, I don’t like new things I don’t like change and yet at the same time I fucking love change, but this change I no likey. The problem, the snag, the fucking dilemma is that my sim is a nano sim, i love my sim i’ve had it ten years, I don’t want to swap it to a micro…I have too, what a cunt. So now I have the choice, I can get my number swapped onto the micro…but now i’m thinking do I really want to? I got that number when I was a different person to who I am now, a very different person and as much as I do understand why I hold onto things rather than moving forward with technology, I am thinking maybe a new number is a good thing. Fucking decisions…and I am so very aware of how stupid this situation is I should just throw my arms up in the arm and swap the sim, I can’t use the new phone till I decide, i’m wasting valuable photo taking opportunities, I could be writing right now on the new phone, instead I am typing away at the laptop. I figure it’s a little like that saying, “look after the pennies and the pounds will look after themselves.” I’m a thinker my mind is always active and no decision I ever make is based on chance alone. But the bigger choices are easy, clearer, There is no big choice that could occur in my life right now that I haven’t already considered the options for….but the little choices like changing my phone number, what knickies to wear and odd or not odd socks, these are the ball breakers, these are the pennies that need looking after. Sigh perhaps I should just toss a coin.