If It's Not Broken Don't Fix It?

Dress from Dorothy Perkins (old)

I have no idea why the pattern on this dress goes all psychedelic when I take a photo of it. In real life it is a plain pin stripe that doesn't make your eyes go funny like this, it weirded me out when I saw the photos. 

My blog title today is about something I discussed with Mr Bertie last night; my laptop. Well it started with a conversation about my laptop and went something a bit like this;

Him: You know I can make that laptop run loads faster for you

Me: But why would you do that it works just fine?

Him: It will be much better, you can do everything faster, your blogging, watching your films, downloading, you know all those things...

Me: (looking a bit confused) But it is not broken, I don't understand, it works fine

Him: (getting annoyed) I know it is not broken it is just.... well, it would be better

Me: Well this is good enough for me I don't think I would notice anything better

Him: Ok then, well what about a shiny new laptop, you know that one is very old now and won't last much longer

Me: (getting really upset at this point) But what do you mean? It is not broken!!

Him: You just need to think about getting an upgrade at some point that's all

As we finished the conversation I began to think about my laptop and whether I did need a new one. I have no problems with it, it runs super fast (well for what I use it for anyway) and I am used to it now. The letters are worn off the keyboard I use it that often and it just feels right, you know like a nicely worn in pair of shoes. So why would Mr Bertie think I would need a new one, or that I would want a new one?  

Then I thought about how many times he has changed his laptop since we have been going out (5 times in as many years) how many times he has upgraded his phone (I have lost count, maybe 6 or 7) how many times he has changed his car (4 times) and how many times he has upgraded that magical box thingy attached to the TV (I think about 5 times) and started to think either I am not moving with the times (possibly, it takes me a year to learn to use my phone and then when Mr Bertie tries to upgrade me it is like a majorly traumatic event involving me proclaiming my love for the old phone and crying about how I won't be able to figure out the new one) or that Mr Bertie is obsessed with change (and upgrading).  The latter made me worry slightly, what if he tries to upgrade me?!!?  Either way, I think we need to meet somewhere in the middle. Mr Bertie needs to learn to stick with something for more than a year and I need to learn when it is time to let go and move on (and that a HTC phone is not a piece of my soul that he is trying to take away from me when he upgrades it). 

What about you? Do you move with them times or do you form attachments to things like me?