Put on those high heels, we’re playing grown-up for life
If you were (or are) anything like the “average” person, you probably know what it’s like to try being older. When you were 11, you wanted to be 13. When you were 16, you wanted to be 19. When you were 19, you wanted to be 21. And when you were 29?
You wanted to be 25 again. Suddenly, growing up wasn’t so glamourous.
In this day and age, there is such a seductive pull to being older. We want to look older, act older, be treated older and just be older. Years pass, and then something changes - we get older. And then suddenly, being old isn’t what we thought it would be. We want to be young again.
There are bills to pay. There is a job (or two) that demands our time and energy. There are things required of us. There are adult restrictions and responsibilities. When things go bad, we don’t have our parents to hide behind. We’re not children anymore, and more importantly, we’re not teenagers anymore. We’re - finally - the ever elusive “adult”.
And for some, it’s terrifying. But for others, it’s just another step in life.
Why is it that so many of us try so desperately to speed up the life spedometer, only to hit our 30s, slam on the aging brakes, and put the time gear in reverse? Why are so many of us intent on mentally aging ourselves to a certain point, then 360-ing back to the days we lost trying so hard to grow out of?
Mac users are lonely people
“I walked into Starbucks and they. were. everywhere.”
“They who?”
“The macs. Everyone was on a mac.”
Snorts. “They all had Macs?”
“Every single one. Their little apples were glowing and everything.”
“No Windows? Anywhere?”
“Well there was one blue-glowing Dell in the far corner…”
“But how can that be?!”
“They’re lonely people, those Mac users.”
“I hope you don’t turn out lonely.”
“Thanks, dad. Thanks.”
Grab your ice skates, Hell is about to freeze over.
So my laptop finally cracked - literally.
First the left hinge rivet snapped clean. Two weeks later, the right rivet snapped clean. Now my screen doesn’t stand up by itself. As my friend Brandon so aptly put it, “Your laptop had a stroke. Now you own a paraplegic laptop.”
But like being handicapped in any way (like say, HAVING NO LAPTOP, which might happen if don’t stop abusing my current one, who’s screen is hanging by wires), this is no laughing matter. In fact, this is bad. Really bad. Enormously bad. Gigantically bad. Colossally bad.
As a result, I feel this all might be a sign from God - A sign that it’s time to come out of the closet. Whether I was actually even in the closet is debatable, but according to Tom, I’ve been hiding in there for years, only to come out ever once in awhile to touch his shiny new Apple toys.
It might be true. Maybe.
Regardless, I think it might be time to make the switch. I’ve had my beloved Windows laptop for years and we’ve been through a lot; 1 pair of hinges, two internal hard drivers, and three A/C adapters, not to mention the brutal murder of its sidekick, the external hard drive.)
It’s time for me to move on. I’m sorry, baby.
It was easy to fight against flaming mactards back when their OS really was a piece of shit. But as of lately (read: two years, give or take), it’s all become fairly level playing field. Plus, on a Mac, I can run Leopard and XP simultaneously on the same machine, and avoid Vista altogether!
Whatever happens though, you have my solemn promise: I will NOT become one of those yappy mac lovers who can’t STFU. Or a mindless, talentless, pseudo-artsy flaming Mactard.
All in all, I’ve been giving the 15″ Macbook Pro a lot of thought lately. In fact, the only really big switching problem I can think of should be fairly obvious to any Windows user who has ever used a mac: THE WORLD MIGHT JUST EXPLODE WITHOUT THE CHOICE OF A SECOND MOUSE BUTTON.
What will you do?
Remember that goal I set in the beginning of November? I did it! As of November 30th, I’m officially a 5K; I made promotion - and as a very lovely by-product, increased my monthly income by at least 10-15%. It took a lot of hard work, sacrifice and overtime, but it paid off in the end.
And around 12am MST, just after the office closed, it finally hit me: This is actually happening. I actually own a business network. I can take a month off (which, ironically, is what I’ll be doing for most of December), and money will still come in. It actually works. And this is just the beginning.
You know, as crazy as this may sound, I can’t imagine not reaching my goals; like, the idea simply does. not. exist. In fact, I actually sat down one time and tried to imagine myself going to a “normal” school, going to college like “normal” kids, getting a “normal” 9-5 job, and working for the greater part of my life like a “normal” adult, but try as I might, I simply couldn’t see it.
And right then, I knew it: If I couldn’t see it, It. would. not. happen.
Go on, make my day
I love it when people try to ruin my day.
While I usually try my best to live my life as if the world is conspiring in my favor (as opposed to conspiring against me), there are often moments when it is clear that certain individuals are not - it’s in their words and actions; in the sly venom or double meaning of ill intent encapsulated within seemingly neutral statements.
One big decision that not only forever changed my life but also brought a lot of negative opinions was the decision to leave the public education system forever. Suddenly, people were popping out of the woodwork everywhere to voice their “concern” - What about socialization? Don’t you miss the school system? What about your friends? Isn’t homeschooling for “special education” kids? How will you learn?!
