The other day, as I decided to get an early night at 11:57 pm, I did the usual and grabbed my laptop as I hopped into bed. This is something that I'm not ashamed to admit because I hear it's quite common for normal people to do. Some of you might even have your personal computer, in portable form, resting on your lap in bed while reading this. It actually puts the true definition back into "Personal Computer."
I've decided on getting the Apple MacBook Pro. Imagine, five decades ago when the first computers were being built (CSIRAC Mark 1 - it was almost the size of a room), they would have never predicted that one day you'd escort one to bed with you like a spouse.
So the love affair began. I've had five computers in my lifetime, and they seem to increase in speed and functionality while decreasing in size and weight. Maximum performance in a minimum size. Younger, lighter, faster, easier to access. Just like how some men prefer their women these days. I loved each and every one of my computers, more so than the last. I remember my first computer. We had some great memories together. We listened to awesome MP3s, read intriguing blogs, and I poured my innermost emotions and doubts into it. It knew my deepest secrets and logged everything I've ever said into encrypted documents. Aside from its constant demand for my attention and its inconsiderate breakdowns of blue screen madness, it was my best friend.
We've come a long way. Is it politically correct to love my PC? Perhaps I sound a little obsessed with a machine, but don't worry about me. I know that it's healthier to find someone to put all this energy into, someone who is appreciative and can reciprocate my affections. Love is a perpetual energy with living things. I've got no fetish for my gadget.
No matter how sexy it looks.
