Rest in Peace my loyal PC
It finally happened. After a long, passionate, and sometimes turbulent relationship my PC flat lined and blue screened.
I write this epitaph on my son's computer. Alas for my PC whose mind is now locked away where I cannot follow. I mourn for what we had. I tear my hair as feelings of hopelessness and grief overwhelm me. It's as if my own life ended along with my inanimate love. The memories, photos, files, and addresses of our time together sucked into oblivion. I am so lost.
Every single time I hunt for a favored page - one you kept bookmarked and at my fingertips - oh, how I will miss you.
How long were we together,my dear? I no longer know as you hold my calendar within the now dark recesses of your memory. I believe it to be over fifteen years. Fifteen years where we laughed as technologies came and went. I remembered how we scorned Vista and happily played in Windows XP.
Time marched on and we both began to move more slowly. Yet we plowed on, two anachronisms determined to make it. Together we managed to create two novels. It was a labor of love for both of us but, dear, couldn't you have left me the PDF?
Perhpas it was wrong of me to depend on you so much but I was so enamored. I felt you were the only one I could trust with all my secrets. I spent my days caressing your keys and my nights playing with your programs. I thought you'd always be there for me.
Our relationship almost outlasted the length of my marriage. And, oh, my dear PC, I must admit I grieve your loss the most. After all it's not like I ever trusted my ex with passwords, accounts, or address book. He never paid my bills online. He didn't hold my most treasured recipes or link me into Facebook.
It was all you. You opened up a world I can no longer live without. I can no longer live without Grumpy Cat or funny pet videos. How will I know whose birthday it is or who has updated their Pinterst board? Without Goodreads, who will suggest my next book? How will I research prices or my next novel?
I face your cold and unplugged tower into the corner and cover you with a sheet. I beg your forgiveness but I am forced to look for another.
Yet I shudder at the thought of going back out there. Alone. How can I return to the market? Things have changed and
I'm too vulnerable to try and navigate the new scene. Unable to thoroughly research without you, who will guide me through all the hype of features?
How will I know the one that is really into me. Which can I count on? Which will accept me for me?
I write this epitaph on my son's computer. Alas for my PC whose mind is now locked away where I cannot follow. I mourn for what we had. I tear my hair as feelings of hopelessness and grief overwhelm me. It's as if my own life ended along with my inanimate love. The memories, photos, files, and addresses of our time together sucked into oblivion. I am so lost.
Every single time I hunt for a favored page - one you kept bookmarked and at my fingertips - oh, how I will miss you.
How long were we together,my dear? I no longer know as you hold my calendar within the now dark recesses of your memory. I believe it to be over fifteen years. Fifteen years where we laughed as technologies came and went. I remembered how we scorned Vista and happily played in Windows XP.
Time marched on and we both began to move more slowly. Yet we plowed on, two anachronisms determined to make it. Together we managed to create two novels. It was a labor of love for both of us but, dear, couldn't you have left me the PDF?
Perhpas it was wrong of me to depend on you so much but I was so enamored. I felt you were the only one I could trust with all my secrets. I spent my days caressing your keys and my nights playing with your programs. I thought you'd always be there for me.
Our relationship almost outlasted the length of my marriage. And, oh, my dear PC, I must admit I grieve your loss the most. After all it's not like I ever trusted my ex with passwords, accounts, or address book. He never paid my bills online. He didn't hold my most treasured recipes or link me into Facebook.
It was all you. You opened up a world I can no longer live without. I can no longer live without Grumpy Cat or funny pet videos. How will I know whose birthday it is or who has updated their Pinterst board? Without Goodreads, who will suggest my next book? How will I research prices or my next novel?
I face your cold and unplugged tower into the corner and cover you with a sheet. I beg your forgiveness but I am forced to look for another.
Yet I shudder at the thought of going back out there. Alone. How can I return to the market? Things have changed and
I'm too vulnerable to try and navigate the new scene. Unable to thoroughly research without you, who will guide me through all the hype of features?
How will I know the one that is really into me. Which can I count on? Which will accept me for me?
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