Lost Coin

My Life on the Spectrum

I am on my sixth cell phone. The smartest one of the lot. That’s how I prefer it — a new one is an upgrade to the previous one instead of the other way around. All of them without exception, at one time or another, have given me a scare. At one time or another, they all managed to get separated from me.  That moment of realization that I and my phone are separated is agony.  My anxiety rises several notches. It is similar to losing my car key which is why I started the habit of attaching my spare remote car key to a necklace and wearing it around my neck, under my shirt so as not to tell the world that I do that.

I recall one time when I was out and about doing errands when I realized my cell phone had somehow gotten away from me…

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