Today, I did something very adult-y. I went to the Apple Store all alone. I drove up to the Danbury Mall by myself, parked by myself, went inside by myself, checked in by myself, and waited for the Genius, all by myself. After checking in, like any modern-day person, I took out my phone and began to mindlessly scroll through social media to prevent any trace of boredom I might attain from standing in one particular spot waiting for help for a mere five minutes. And just like that, I wasn’t all by myself.
Finally, the Genius came over and asked me what the problem was. I felt like I was at the doctor: when she asks what the issue is, my first instinct is always to look at my mom. But my mom wasn’t there; only I was there. I had to look to myself, like I was my own mom. I began to talk, like any grown person should. I rambled on about how my phone doesn’t function properly, and then he asked to take it from me. Of course, I wanted to fix my phone so I said yes. I said yes to five whole minutes without my phone, all alone.