The emotional rollercoaster of dropping your phone.

We've all been there, here's a recap of our recent traumatic experience with a case-less phone.

1. I can feel my grip on my phone getting weak.

Oh no, please no.

When you feel your beloved phone slip out of your fingers, for just a second, fear courses through your body like a bolt of lightning in a tropical storm. It's the same natural survival response our ancestors had when they heard a wolf howling from within the forest or had to defend from sudden grizzly bear attack (wow, we have it easy). At this moment in time, it doesn't even matter if your phone falls or not. Just knowing it's a possibility sends your body into fight or flight mode.

2. This is officially an issue.

It's happening.

No longer is this a case of "my hand is still sweaty from that run I took earlier", or from all the donuts we ate. This is now a full-blown "gravity-is-in-control" problem. the phone is at the mercy of science now. I wish I listened in school.

3. One last chance.

Maybe I can save it.

I'm channeling all the limited strength and reflexes in my hand that I have. This is everything I ever learned in gym class, I knew it would come in handy one day. Every awkward dodge-ball catch. Every embarrassing attempt at... anything involving running, jumping or catching or kicking other balls, I guess. This is everything I ever trained for. I can hold on to this phone. I can do it.

4. I think I have it.

Did we make it?

I'd like to thank my mom, my dad and all of my buds, it's safe. The worst thing that will happen is I'll look like a bumbling idiot in front of the few strangers around me. Crisis averted.

Wait.

5. Oh no.

I thought I had it.

My hands are still sweating from the series of events. Nooo! It slipped back out. It's like that slow-motion scene in movies where someone is hanging off the edge of a cliff and the hero can't save them in time. If my phone had hands, its fingers would be grazing mine at a super-slow speed right now..

6. I wish I had a case.

I knew I visited Lush Cove for a reason.

Why didn't I just buy that Shockproof Case?

It was on sale as well. Hindsight sucks. 

7. My whole life in pictures is saved on that thing!

My life's flashing before my eyes.

If this is really the end, I'll lose all my vacay pics, the last selfie I took was fierce and I didn't get to upload it yet!  Why was I so frugal with my posting when my phone was alive?

8. Wait, did I ever actually buy that phone insurance?

Oops.

If I have to ask myself this question, the answer is probably not.

9. Please, whatever you do, don't land on the screen.

They say cats always land on their feet and toast always lands butter side down.

Phones land on whatever will do maximum damage, and will never on their back with their intact screens staring up at you. All I can do is hope and pray at this point.

Fingers crossed.

10. No phone could've survived that fall. 

Not even an old Nokia brick phone.

There's just no way. It's something I know deep down, like when a twin knows their other twin is in pain, or how you know when to feed your doggo, woof.

11. Maybe I won't pick it up.

Maybe I'll just leave it there.

It's like Schrödinger's phone. If I don't pick it up, it will never be broken. I'll just stay here, forever, on the sidewalk. Staring at my phone.

12. Picking it up feels like it's in slower motion than when it fell.

There's no way I'll ever feel this terrified again.

13. The screen is cracked, like my heart.

At least it still kinda works. But every time I run my finger over the cracks,  I'll remember the moment I betrayed my phone and permanently destroyed it.