Some happen unexpectedly.
This one falls squarely into that last category...and I'm not happy about it.
The funny thing about it, though, is that I'm not as upset about it as I thought I'd be.
My iPhone screen finally cracked.
I say "finally" because this was inevitable. It is a minor miracle that it hadn't happened before now. I drop my phone a lot.
I've dropped it on concrete. I've dropped it on tiles. I've dropped it on rugs. I've dropped it on steps. I've spilled orange juice on it. (That's not necessarily in the same ballpark...but it's probably worth mentioning.)
I've also dropped it on my face. (I can't tell you how many times this has happened. It's ridiculous. But 9 times out of 10 if I'm lying on my back and looking at my phone, directly above my face, it'll slip out of my hand and knock me in the face. It hurts more than you'd think. And if it was just once I wouldn't mention it...but because it happens so often it probably has worn down the screen.)
The final straw seems to have been the other day when I tossed it onto the mattress, and it bounced off and fell to the bedroom floor. I think on the way down it nicked the bed frame or a storage bin under the bed, and there you have it - a crack. (This is also not the first time this has happened - and the irony of the softest surface I've yet to mention - a mattress - being the cause of the crack has not escaped me.)
Note the crack in the picture above - it's the white mark right to the top left of the camera symbol. In case you're wondering, I used my wife's phone so that I could take a picture of my phone. Meta.
A couple of things about why this crack, which under normal circumstances would probably drive me crazy, hasn't yet:
1) I think the reason I'm not bothered by the crack is because it looks more like a scratch than a crack - I can kind of pretend it's not there. I'm secretly hoping that if I peel off the screen cover it will reveal that it's just a scratch on the cover and not the phone itself.
2) My brother and my wife have both shattered their phones. I've witnessed the damage in both cases. (Interestingly, I believe my wife's happened on the bed frame too.) Hers looked like a gunshot through a car window - that kind of shatter. My brother's was a crack all the way down the screen, from top to bottom. It's possible that by comparison, I'm just happy my phone is still usable so the crack doesn't bother me at all.
3) By all rights, as I've hinted at, this phone should be destroyed. I try to be careful with it, I really do. I just sometimes don't carry things correctly. My mom always used to tell me I carried things "like eggs". In other words, I spilled and dropped things a lot because I didn't carry them securely - I treated them all like they were eggs about to crack. I never grew out of that, I guess. (Again, irony - In trying to carry something gently I'm more likely to treat it carelessly. I am aware of the ridiculousness here.)
So I guess the fact that my phone isn't destroyed and after all this it just has a little crack...I can live with that.