Repair or Replace?

I’ve had my phone for four years.

I’m quite sure that this makes my phone a Jurassic one, compared to the new models coming out every year and people switching phones as often as they change clothes (well, not really, but you get the picture). Buying a new phone every time the latest model comes out is the norm, so people like me who choose to stick to their old phones are a dying lot.

It’s always been a simple matter of practicality to me. I just need a phone so I can make calls, send texts or emails, connect to the internet, access a few social media sites using apps, and play a couple of games. My current phone can do those pretty well, albeit a bit slower than I would like. It gets the job done.

I’m not sure why a bigger screen or a different exterior color would warrant a switch to the latest model. I suppose people who need such features for their jobs would benefit a lot from those — I can imagine those high-functioning, always-on-the-move professionals who live on coffee and tweets would foam at the mouth if they didn’t have the latest phone model that would let them take clear, Instagram-worthy photos from a gazillion feet away, or send a million emails per minute, or book everything they need from airline tickets to VIP concert passes to therapy sessions.

For the most part, I’ve been happy with having my phone repaired whenever it sustained some physical damage. Those would be the only times when my phone would be out of commission, and even then it wouldn’t be such a long time. I’ve been lucky to find mobile phone repair specialists in my area who could come over to my house or office to fix my phone right away when needed. How’s that for convenience? Other than those cracks and screen damage that I had fixed, my phone has never had a serious functional issue. So repair has always been the way to go for me — those new models can suck it.

If a phone came out and boasted of a ginormous (about blue whale-proportions) storage capability, or a battery that could survive the week without a recharge, or an exterior casing that would emerge unscathed from a five-foot drop, or the ability to shield me from annoying individuals fast approaching me down the street, I would consider shelling out the money for a replacement for my elderly phone. Well, maybe.

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