subject: technology / forgettance
style: creative
source: Harry Potter V, the movie
"The more you care, the more you have to lose."
No matter who you are, if you use a computer, there is a certain trust you confide in the machine. Whether you are an ardent user and bff of the computer, or a skeptic who believes technology has a conspiracy against her, you trust it to follow through in its hour of duty (.. the line of duty ? I don't know) .. and especially when you need it the very most.
You expect it to load in a reasonable amount of time. You expect it to keep your documents saved until you give it the permission to stop. You expect it to know the difference between Cancel and OK. You expect it to print your work when you tell it to. You expect it to still provide you internet access, even after a power outage. You expect it not to lag when you are running short on time. You expect it not to freeze up before you have saved your hours of work. You expect it to Auto-Recover in case it does screw up.
And when the computer refuses to hold up its end of the bargain, that is when you get frustrated. And you yell at the screen and hit it and hurt your hand. And you stay angry at the world for a while. And you get a zero on that essay you worked so hard on, and had such great plans for.
And you forget that poem that was the manifestation of everything you have felt for the past seventeen months. You lose track of the flow and the rhythm of the lines, because the computer has failed to remember. The sole difference between you two, unfortunately, is that you do not forget about it.
So you break down. And your heart screams bloody murd3rr. And you hold your head in your hands. And you cry. And, to make yourself feel better, and to prevent your soul from imploding, you blame it all on her. You are forced to overlook any bright side to the situation, for you refuse to accept the consequences of thinking about it at all. All you know is everything is her fault. If it weren't for her, well, that's another story. A love story. Because after all, you do love her.
style: creative
source: Harry Potter V, the movie
"The more you care, the more you have to lose."
No matter who you are, if you use a computer, there is a certain trust you confide in the machine. Whether you are an ardent user and bff of the computer, or a skeptic who believes technology has a conspiracy against her, you trust it to follow through in its hour of duty (.. the line of duty ? I don't know) .. and especially when you need it the very most.
You expect it to load in a reasonable amount of time. You expect it to keep your documents saved until you give it the permission to stop. You expect it to know the difference between Cancel and OK. You expect it to print your work when you tell it to. You expect it to still provide you internet access, even after a power outage. You expect it not to lag when you are running short on time. You expect it not to freeze up before you have saved your hours of work. You expect it to Auto-Recover in case it does screw up.
And when the computer refuses to hold up its end of the bargain, that is when you get frustrated. And you yell at the screen and hit it and hurt your hand. And you stay angry at the world for a while. And you get a zero on that essay you worked so hard on, and had such great plans for.
And you forget that poem that was the manifestation of everything you have felt for the past seventeen months. You lose track of the flow and the rhythm of the lines, because the computer has failed to remember. The sole difference between you two, unfortunately, is that you do not forget about it.
So you break down. And your heart screams bloody murd3rr. And you hold your head in your hands. And you cry. And, to make yourself feel better, and to prevent your soul from imploding, you blame it all on her. You are forced to overlook any bright side to the situation, for you refuse to accept the consequences of thinking about it at all. All you know is everything is her fault. If it weren't for her, well, that's another story. A love story. Because after all, you do love her.
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