My iPhone has this quirk. A very annoying quirk. It refuses to turn on Wi-Fi sometimes.
The Frustration is Real
I swear, it picks the absolute worst moments to do this. Right before a big video call? Yep. When I’m trying to download a huge file? Absolutely.
It's like my phone is actively trying to sabotage my productivity. Or maybe it just hates me. One of the two.
I press the little Wi-Fi button in the Control Center. Nothing. I go into Settings. Still nothing. It’s grayed out like it's mocking me.
This is when the internal screaming starts. You know the kind? The one that doesn’t actually make a sound, but your face probably does?
My Unpopular Opinion (Maybe?)
Here's my unpopular opinion: iPhones are sometimes *too* smart. Too independent.
Like, who asked you to decide when I can and can't use Wi-Fi, Apple?
I feel like I should be in charge of my own device. Just a thought.
I'm convinced it’s some kind of power play. The phone knows it’s essential. It knows I can’t function without it.
So, it decides to flex its digital muscles. Assert its dominance by denying me sweet, sweet Wi-Fi.
The Troubleshooting Tango
Then begins the troubleshooting tango. A dance of frustration and desperation.
First, I try toggling Airplane Mode. On. Off. On. Off. Like flipping a light switch in a haunted house.
Sometimes this works. Sometimes it doesn’t. The suspense is thrilling, really.
Next comes the forced restart. The good ol' volume up, volume down, power button hold. My fingers are practically doing gymnastics.
I'm holding my breath, praying to the tech gods that the Apple logo will appear and bring salvation.
If that doesn’t work? Well, we're entering the realm of the truly desperate.
I start checking for iOS updates. Even though I *just* updated it last week. Because you never know.
And then, the ultimate humiliation: resetting network settings. Forgetting all my saved Wi-Fi passwords.
It's like admitting defeat. Like saying, "Okay, iPhone, you win. Just please, let me connect to the internet!"
The Victory (Sometimes)
The best part? When it finally decides to work. No explanation. No apology. Just... Wi-Fi.
The little icon gleams in the corner of the screen like a tiny, smug victor.
I pretend I wasn’t just about to throw the phone across the room.
Maybe it’s a glitch. Maybe it’s a conspiracy. Maybe my iPhone is just a drama queen.
Whatever it is, it’s definitely a reliable source of entertainment (and mild rage).
So, the next time your iPhone won’t turn on Wi-Fi, know that you're not alone.
We’re all in this together. Fighting the good fight against our own stubbornly disconnected devices. Maybe we should all just switch to Android? Just kidding... mostly.
And honestly, sometimes I just give up and use cellular data. Don't tell my phone. It doesn't need to know it won.