I could blame throwing my phone into a door on the new meds I'm on, but honestly, that's just too easy. Working on my temper is a lifelong work, and it still needs work.
Also, literally, I mean *into* a door. Hollow-core, penetrated one side completely by an inch and just stuck there at waist height. I appear to have levelled up in the deadly art of Throwing Electronics.
Now I have to fix the door. I could probably just ask the building management to do it, I'm sure they've seen worse than this piddling little injury, but I feel responsible and need an act of penance to apologize properly to our new residence. Besides, I've seen the quality of their paintwork. I'd rather do it.
(Phone is fine. New crack in the screen protector, that's it. Solid beastie. n.n)
@Momentrabbit See, now I'm imagining you stalking your workplace in ninja attire and brandishing phones at unsuspecting vendors...
@Momentrabbit I know this is probably the wrong message to send, but we talked it over with the other Martians and for this distinguished act of defiance against an uncooperative physical object we would like to award you this authentic tiger stripe. <3
@Momentrabbit
i have not thrown my phone into a door, but i have thrown my phone onto something, across a room, violently and in anger, maybe a hundred times in the last two years, sometimes in the presence of people who were upset by this. so, yeah. you're not alone, the struggle is real. <hugs>
(still works great, the Un!hertz T!tan's build quality is pretty solid, thankfully)