After spending hours and copious cups of tea, chit chatting with friends about men, sex and what we want in life it became quite clear that no matter how different we are, if you boil it down we are all looking for the same thing: to be loved and to love.
Sadly no matter how many words spilled from our lips or thoughts were shared we couldn’t quite come up with a plan of how to achieve our goal. But we had so much fun discussing guys, life and all it contains that it really didn’t matter. After hugs and kisses all round (yes I even hugged the handsome waiter and blew kisses to the lovely manager) we left in four different directions.
As I walked over the bridge enjoying the warm sun and cold wind on my face I started to wonder about wants and needs. My path led me into one of my favourite shoe shops and as I wandered around the colourfully stocked shelves with a heart full of longing and an empty purse it became so clear that wanting something is really not needing it. No matter how many well placed arguments and creative ideas I came up with why I should buy this pair of green heals, those cute doc martins and that pair of adorable wedges none had anything to do with what I needed, so before I could change my own mind (and I am normally the only person who can) I left with all my wants still unfulfilled.
As I ran the errands I needed to do my phone dropped to the ground and smashed into smithereens. I could just about persuade it back together but I had to hold it in such an awkward position that using it for its created purposes was out of the question. So after all those wants I suddenly had a need. I needed a new phone, not tomorrow, not on Wednesday but right then and there. After all as a free-lance person my phone is quite essential to my work.
As I drove the bearded sales man a little bit insane with all my questions, demands and quizzical looks it became quite clear that what I wanted was a simple phone but what I needed to get was a different matter. With all those smart phones (really why are they called that, they seem more complicated than smart) on offer it made little sense to get a granny phone when there is no denying that the smarter option was one with a few extras I could use for work.
As I handed over my card and looked at my new phone I felt in need of a hug but all they wanted was my money. And even after trying to figure out what the silly thing can do I still don’t know why the manufactures think I need all the stuff they put on it, when all I want to do is set the ring tone to “The Muppet’s Show”. Felling a little frustrated and wanting my old phone back I think I will need to spend a few more hours in the company of my phone before I like it, let alone love it. And to all of you out there if you want to call or text me, you need to be patient as I have no clue what I need to do to make the phone do what I want it to. But I will try to meet your needs as I really want to.
jensinewall 