Well not the sort of delima most other's could call a delima, but a delima for me, none the less.
More and more i find myself wanting an iPhone, i rationalise it with myself, every time.
look at all the other dick heads that have them, do you want to be like them, your bad enough as it is, you spend too much time on space book, you need to get back to listening to birds, taking in the scene, being part of something, not tuning out and un observant zombies you see walking round, strangers to themselves.Or, so it appears, then there's the apps on that phone, the prospect of never being lost again is appealing, i caught myself looking at some of the plans last night, and i was like
'Ahem, Kieran, what are you doing? Your not thinking about what i think your thinking, are you?
I could train better at running too if, there's an app for that, there's an app for everything.
It's funny, i've made quite a bit from IT over the years, but i've never bought a lap top, nothing too technical, in fact i read some story yesterday about how less possesions = more happiness.
I have all my stuff in my mate Stanleys garage, all 5 boxes, i bad and a bike, it was too easy to move to Brisbane and back with them, maybe there was an app for that, Dominos has a app, i like that, some bars have apps, app, app, app!
I need an app, to stop me thinking about apps. There is no way back to a no iPhone world once your app-ifies or mac-ifies.
As Tom Robbins in his book Jitterbug Perfume, would say, 'Lighten up!