My cousins are in town right now and they are up to their noses in technology. One has an iPad and the other has an iPhone 5. I have an iPhone 3, which works perfectly fine for me. However, my lack of an updated iPhone was not lost on my cousins.
Cousin #1: “What version of iPhone is this?”
Me: “It’s a 3.”
Cousin #1: “Well, when’s your free update?”
Me: “I don’t get free updates.”
Cousin #1: “I’m getting an iPhone 5 in October and then I’ll have a better phone than you.”
Me: “Yes, yes you will.”
Cousin #2: “And then, poor you, your only friend will be your dog.”
Now, I’ve never been super crazy about keeping up with the latest model of technology. Mostly because I am poor and am trying to slowly, slowly (stop laughing, Dad!) extricate myself financially from my parents’ very comfortable financial embrace.
When I was my cousins’ age, around 10-11 ish, I’m sure I was all about keeping up with the Joneses too. But now, I see things differently. I do my own hair (not well, but I do it). I decorate my room with things I’ve made. My laptop, which has lived for almost five years now, is puttering and coughing like one of Dad’s fixer-upper cars. It is loud and proud. But I still use it even though it gives me second-degree burns and will probably blow up one day.
I briefly felt ashamed for my lackluster technology after this exchange with my cousins but then I realized I am not defined by my possessions but rather, I choose how I define myself.
This epiphany did not stop me from going to Amazon to check out prices for an iPhone 5. Yep, still outta my price range.