Desperate
Two days ago:
I was desperate. I was standing in a store with a credit card and two bucks in my pocket. I'd come here on a mission. I couldn't take it any longer. It had been two days. Two days of lonliness. Two days and at least a week to go. 'How much? ' I asked the store clerk. Fifty-nine bucks a month, she replied. I stood there dumbfounded. Fifty-nine bucks and it was only for a week. Yet it required payment for two years.
It was a dumb idea. Still, that night, I could be getting my fix... I thought. Then I'd be happy. I'd have plenty of company, all of us getting our fix on.
I looked at it wistfully. It would only be for two years. Maybe I could find some use for it. It wasn't that big, afterall. Wouldn't take up much room. I asked a few more questions, fishing out my credit card. Then I put it back. It's stupid. Paying 59 bucks a month for just a week of pleasure. Still...
I asked more questions. Can I use it for anything else? Could I justify the purchase? Would I become another brainless compulsive shopper, buying yet another thing I don't need. And me on a budget. Still, I needed my fix, so I fished out my credit card, then I put it back. It was as if DH was there talking sense to me.
I could use the one at home, he said. You can do it. It may be hard, but you can make it work.
I thought of DH sitting there with the thing on his lap, his hazel eyes crinkled in pleasure.
But could I do it? Maybe a long time ago, but that was before I relied on DH to take care of things like that. Now, I'm pretty brainless, I thought. I won't know what to do. I'd mess it up. Still, 59 bucks I don't have, verses making it work.
I left the store.
Two hours later:
I'm sitting on the floor, surrounded with the mystery of the ages. I stare at it. Run my fingers alone it's smooth lines. All the while imagining it working. All the while realizing the impossible task I had ahead of me. After all, it's been years and things change. I was a cavewoman living in the Jetson's world. Impossible.
Three hours later, fustration building. And after phone calls, and lots of patience, Voila. I'm here and I'm talking and I've saved a ton of money by not buying that Netbook at Best Buy, all so I could get 3G technology that would have eliminated the need of waiting for Comcast to connect me a full week later. And my fix: It's all of you here at DS that have helped me through the worst time of my life.
Who says you can't teach yourself how to operate a laptop!
Thanks guys.
I was desperate. I was standing in a store with a credit card and two bucks in my pocket. I'd come here on a mission. I couldn't take it any longer. It had been two days. Two days of lonliness. Two days and at least a week to go. 'How much? ' I asked the store clerk. Fifty-nine bucks a month, she replied. I stood there dumbfounded. Fifty-nine bucks and it was only for a week. Yet it required payment for two years.
It was a dumb idea. Still, that night, I could be getting my fix... I thought. Then I'd be happy. I'd have plenty of company, all of us getting our fix on.
I looked at it wistfully. It would only be for two years. Maybe I could find some use for it. It wasn't that big, afterall. Wouldn't take up much room. I asked a few more questions, fishing out my credit card. Then I put it back. It's stupid. Paying 59 bucks a month for just a week of pleasure. Still...
I asked more questions. Can I use it for anything else? Could I justify the purchase? Would I become another brainless compulsive shopper, buying yet another thing I don't need. And me on a budget. Still, I needed my fix, so I fished out my credit card, then I put it back. It was as if DH was there talking sense to me.
I could use the one at home, he said. You can do it. It may be hard, but you can make it work.
I thought of DH sitting there with the thing on his lap, his hazel eyes crinkled in pleasure.
But could I do it? Maybe a long time ago, but that was before I relied on DH to take care of things like that. Now, I'm pretty brainless, I thought. I won't know what to do. I'd mess it up. Still, 59 bucks I don't have, verses making it work.
I left the store.
Two hours later:
I'm sitting on the floor, surrounded with the mystery of the ages. I stare at it. Run my fingers alone it's smooth lines. All the while imagining it working. All the while realizing the impossible task I had ahead of me. After all, it's been years and things change. I was a cavewoman living in the Jetson's world. Impossible.
Three hours later, fustration building. And after phone calls, and lots of patience, Voila. I'm here and I'm talking and I've saved a ton of money by not buying that Netbook at Best Buy, all so I could get 3G technology that would have eliminated the need of waiting for Comcast to connect me a full week later. And my fix: It's all of you here at DS that have helped me through the worst time of my life.
Who says you can't teach yourself how to operate a laptop!
Thanks guys.
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