You have 16 GBs of storage completely filled down to the last byte with Apps. This post is part 4 of a 4 post series about Smartphone Apps That You're Taking for Granted. Read Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3.
Asked to define the epitome of depression, I would have to say scrolling through your cell phone contacts to realize the only two numbers you have saved are "Customer Service" and "Voicemail" — the default numbers. The Samsung t139 I've been using this month contains those two numbers, and those two numbers alone. The 306 contacts in my Smartphone have been accumulated over many, many years through friendship, hard work, schmoozing and maybe some good ol' fashion stalking. Although most of those contacts are people I won't ever talk to again, I keep them in my phone to bolster my self-absorption while I'm scrolling through ALL those names just to finally arrive at my mom's number.
After coming to the realization that I no longer had a contact list, my first inclination was to complete a cell phone to cell phone data transfer. This works great when moving information from a inferior phone to superior phone, like let's say, an iPhone to an Android. But try moving that shit in the opposite direction (from an HTC One S to Samsung t139) and I'm guessing you would probably need a transfer cable like this:
Then I thought, "Why not manually program all the numbers I need in case of an emergency into the phone?" Fuck. That. I found enough burden in trying to send a simple text message to crush a farm mule. Memorization was the only way out of this predicament. But when was the last time you were forced to memorize a phone number? During the past month I have managed to memorize my own phone number and my wife's. Not exactly an ideal situation. Technically I have Caller ID on the Samsung, but without having a name attached to "904-240-5823," the caller could turn out to be my friend Eric or a guy name Ron Pickletits trying to sell me long-term care insurance.