This is one of those blogs only I care about (but this works out well because it is my blog).
Let’s just get this out in the open.
No need to sugarcoat things.
We‘re big boys and girls after all. (if you are under 18 and reading this… get a life).
I can no longer coexist under the present circumstances in which I am forced to live.
Sure, I can put on a happy face.
I can act like everything is okay.
In fact, I don’t mind saying I feel some pressure to do just that.
Pretend like things are great. Pretend like things are wonderful.
Act like we are the happiest couple in town.
Well, we’re not.
And I’m tired of living a lie.
Sorry, you had to read it here but you’ll eventually get over it.
After the tears.
And the sleepless nights.
And of course, the self-loathing.
All stages I’ve had to work through.
Well, here it is.
I hate my computer.
Hate it. Hate it. Hate it.
I know you aren’t supposed to hate things (except for Hitler, door-to-door salesmen, stubbing your toes, people who tailgate you on the interstate, and diarrhea).
Well, I hate my computer.
And all of those things listed above (especially the last one… which is incredibly funny if someone else has it).
My whole life is on my computer and yet it fails me at every turn.
Have a big report due? Computer isn’t working.
Leave the computer on the bed for 2 short days and what happens? Buddy the Dog eats the N and the M keys.
Have a PowerPoint presentation to give to 200 people? Computer ate it.
Need to write another low-level mindless blog? Computer won’t hook up to the internet.
I’m in the habit of writing(?) a bad blog every 3 days. If I don’t, I get jumpy.
And you don’t want to see me jumpy.
Now, you might be asking yourself, why do I need the internet to write a mildly amusing (only to me) blog?
I just like to check out www.espn.com a couple thousand times instead of doing something productive (by the way, you’re welcome for the free plug ESPN).
The point is, my computer is only broken when I need it the most.
I don’t like this.
I don’t like it one bit.
My iPad never lets me down. It always works.
So consider this a warning laptop computer.
You are officially on notice. Get your crap together, or else I just might start using a Mac.
My love for technology is turning to hate. Luckily for me, I realize the first step to recovery is admitting I have a problem.