Computer facist

I was reading The Crayon Fascist which was on Fresh Pressed earlier this week on WordPress.com

I was reading it and I recognized myself.

Not with crayons.

With MY computer.

Not the current one, but my first one. It was a Compaq Presario my mom bought me in 1999 as a graduation present. At the time I was posting bad poetry on-line from our school computers or from my dad's because he had Internet. And I had met the most wonderful boi from England who I was conversing with via E-mail as often as possible.

He introduced me to IRC, which is short for Internet Relay Chat. It was like Twitter. You joined a server, connected in a chat room that was labelled by a hashtag #vampire was my very first IRC hang out.

Anyway, most of my friends did not have Internet, so they would come to my house and want to use my computer.

I would hover and make sure they weren't harming my baby.

I think it was more I was jealous, I had friends over so I wasn't allowed to be on the computer but they were.

People stopped asking to use it or would do so quickly.

Tagged: Asrai Devin, Chat, Chat room, Clients, Compaq Presario, England, Internet addiction, Internet Relay Chat, IRC, Twitter