My Technology Nightmare

I don’t remember the next twenty minutes or so very well. I think that I actually scratched lines in the drywall with a clawed right hand while forcing my left hand, which was wrapped around all of the wires coming out of the back of the machine, into obeying the tiny little voice of reason ineffectually screaming ‘STOP’ from a dusty, forgotten corner of my brain. Uncharacteristically, I was able to stop myself from ripping anything apart, putting holes in any walls, screaming, kicking or otherwise venting my anger in my normal and truly horrible way which, to anyone who grew up with me, it a pretty big step in my budding maturity. To paraphrase Swingers, it looks like our baby’s all grown up.

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