My phone broke today. After realising that it still couldn't spell omelette, it committed suicide. I've spent this evening looking at new phones and, unlike last time, I've considered getting a contract phone.
I've never been on contract before and I haven't had a problem. £10 every two months (or just under every two months back when I had friends I didn't see every day) was fine. But the last time I got a new phone was for my 18th birthday and now, two and a bit years later, technology has blitzed past what was available back then. These days a smart-phone is affordable. Sure, it will cost a lot more than I'm used to, but what's the point in having all that money build up in the bank if I'm not going to spend it. It's not like I'd have to forgo a meal every day to be able to afford a £20/month contract, especially with the bursary I'll get from the teaching and the money I'll be given for my 21st in September.
I could go for a regular, boring, ring-and-text phone like the one I had this morning, but there are so many times when I think, "dammit, I wish I had a smartphone." I'd rather pay more money for something better, than pay any money for something I'm going to regret buying at all.
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