I dropped my handset a few days ago, and broke the glass.
Annoying and expensive, as the phone is less than two months old.
So I took it off for an in-store repair which, to give Geek Squad credit for, they turned around in one working day.
I had backed up all my data, contacts, emails, photos and all that jazz, but when I carefully unpacked the phone at home and put the old SIM card in, the Samsung genie who lives inside the handset asked if I wanted to do a full restore from two days ago?
I said ‘yes’.
And it did it.
It just did the whole thing by itself; restored the phone from Samsung’s cloud-based services, and I didn’t need to touch the backup I’d taken at home.
But the phone has also restored the entire history of text messages sent/received, going back to mid-2012.
And I’ve sent/received a lot of texts over the last five years!
Most of these texts are mundane.
Some are not.
Some are very… pointed.
In a ‘phew *fans self*’ kind of way.
Reading texts to two people in particular got me very hot under the collar, to use a physically inaccurate euphemism.
As I was sitting at home last night, I started thinking about them.
What are they doing now?
Do they still live in the same places?
Are the phone numbers I have for them still live?
And do they still look as drop dead gorgeous as they did a couple of years ago, when I was very active in the dating world?
I sort of hate myself for even wondering these things.
I’m not looking.
I’m in a relationship.
But I couldn’t stop myself.
Is this normal?