HTC's Desire. Bayified.

Even though my brain has given me the full ability to reason, debate and analyse, I still find myself very often succumbing to some irrational urge to buy shiney new gizmos and general stuff of ‘want’.

What starts off as a rational internal debate around expensive purchases eventually gives way to a Michael Bay film. Explosions start, incomprehensible dialogue takes place and I begin clawing at my own eyes. Eventually, I feel like a 40-a-day smoker that has been on the mend for the last few months being dragged to Cuba by Benson & Hodges’ muscle men. ‘Want’ inevitably takes over.

It’s even more perplexing because, I can – at times – re-gather my melting brain matter and reason why I want something and why I don’t. For example, I’ve needed a new phone for a while now. I’ve had an LG Viewty that’s served me well for just over a year now, but times change. Now I find it insufferably irritating that it doesn’t know where I am or that it can’t tell me the weather at Chernobyl or that I can’t kill zombies with plants on it.

It’s a reasonable criticism, but one that I know I only really appreciate now. My life would be perfectly fine without all these bells and whistles.

Eventually, I won’t want people to know where I am. Eventually I won’t care about zombies invading my house.

Eventually, I’ll want another phone; one that plays the ukulele or generates a 3D singing hologram of a drunk David Hasselhoff to entertain me while I’m on the train. I’ll want a phone that constantly updates my facebook friends with my hearts BPM, you know… just in case. All of which will be equally pointless by the time the next round of the smart-phone arms-race comes around when Android finally syncs you up with your very own personal satellite.

I still want a new phone though.