what I've learned from carrying a flip phone.

It is damn near impossible to navigate the world. 

You need to plan everything super well. 

Paper and bank cards are crazy important. 

A bus pass is essential. 

T9 texting still sucks. 

How nice it must be...

 ... to have a diagnosis that places all the burden for managing your illness on your friends 

AND 

confirms that anyone who suggest you may have a role to play in your behaviour is a Bad Person.

A short story I wanted to save

 An old man, a great painter, sells tickets on the street to see a gallery of his greatest works.

While he waits for sales, he doodles on the tickets with the stub of a pencil.

Word spreads that the great painter is painting again, and people throng to buy tickets.

When people buy a ticket, he is happy, but then he finds out they are keeping them and framing them, and he grows sad, because no one wants to see his paintings.

"Why do they not want to see my works?" he laments, and he hangs more on the walls.

Later, he stands in the empty gallery surrounded by his paintings and wonders why no one will come and see his work, while outside the excited queue for tickets grows longer.

A pun I want to save

 There was an A A Milne themepark in Kilburn for a long time and it had steam powered versions of the animal characters that you could rent for long rides. You'd fill them up with briquettes and fire up the boilers and they would walking, albeit stiffly, down the paths of the park. Much merriment ensued.

And in case they ran out of fuel, there was a cloth "hod" beside the saddle, full of spare briquettes. It was sealed by very strong stitches to keep the heavy contents from spilling out, as the animals lumbered clumsily on their merry ways.

Each animal was cared for by a specialised crew who knew the attraction inside and out and all its individual peculiarities. Changing teams was actively discouraged, and each team prided itself on the individual performance of the animal they maintained.

One day, while touching up the bright-coloured enamel gilding around the saddle of the Winnie the Pooh automaton, the worker noticed that the famous bear's cloth fuel sack was splitting and, as his hands were full, he shouted urgently to the crew working next to him at a donkey, "Hey you! Get over here and stitch up this fuel sack!"

Unfortunately team pride prevailed, and the seamstress shouted back "Don't call me, seat painter, 'cause I can't go, I sew my coal to the stumpin' Eeyore"