I love computers in my heart of hearts. I also hate them with a vitriolic passion.
I’ve always had a sort of religious reverence towards technology. A healthy fear of anything that would have baffled our ancestors. Yet every time I so much as look at an opened computer it craps out. It probably started when I was a kid and I accidentally plugged a Nintendo power cord into my Sega Genesis and fried the poor thing. It took me over a year to save up and buy another Sega but this one had a Sega CD attachment. Yep, I was a trend setter.
It got worse when I started working in an electronics department at a local store to pay for college. The sheer misuse of technology astounded me. You wouldn’t believe the state of the electronics that came in. I saw them all and silently lamented their poor fates.
If someone touches my computer screen I cringe. If someone shakes about their TV while moving it I shiver. If someone pulls out their Ipod in the steam room I die a little inside. Perhaps I have a Techno-Messiah complex. These beautiful things filled with ones and zeroes are my children. My little lost sheep. I must save them. Just don’t crucify me in the process.