Ever since I got an iMac on christmas, my whole family has been plotting to take my macbook away from me. First it was my sister, who stormed into her room and blasted hardxcore musix while I was opening my iMac because I said “…and this doesn’t mean you get my macbook! haha!” (thinking she would never think that). Then it was my parents. My dad wants to use it to show people presentations about his business, and then my mom wants it to organize photos and browse the internet (probably rachelray.com, and shine.yahoo.com).
I am not ready to let go of my precious baby, it’s been so many places with me. It has been my sidekick through four semesters of school, a trip to Minnesota, and a road trip all the way from Dallas to San Francisco. It made it super easy for me to make videos on youtube, and it was great having all of it be portable.
It was also my first computer that wasn’t a hand-me-down from my parents. I worked all summer at this aweful graphic design place, where the owner was absolutely insane, yelled at me for things I could control (like buying cheap dells and SURPRISE, they don’t work!), and basically scared the crap out of me every day. I could have quit, but I put up with it because I had in my mind that I wanted a laptop for school at the end of the summer. I decided to go with a macbook because a couple of my friends had gotten them and seemed to love them. Plus, they were adorable, I couldn’t pass that up.
So the day after the dude finally fired me, I convinced my mom to take me to the apple store and get me a macbook. I was so excited I couldn’t walk fast enough to the store.
We got the computer, took it home, and then once dad saw it he was like “Oooo you guys, so what’s the monthly payment on it? ^.^” and I was like “Uhhh…mom took 1,400 out of checking” That’s when dad started freaking out and yelling and kicking stuff and was like “TAKE IT BACK GET THE MONEY BACK!!!! >:O” Normally, it would have been ok to take that much money out, but dad had just started a new job so we were kind of low on funds since he was out of work for awhile before that. So, I admit, I kind of had bad timing, but in my mind that was all of my money anyway so I should be able to spend it on what I wanted (A MACBOOK ZOMG).
I thought I was going to lose my new investment but shortly after leaving the house my dad called me and said that I could keep it. He’s consistent like that.
Since then, I take the computer with me everywhere, so I want to keep it! Obviously everyone is just trying to guilt trip me into giving it to them so they can enjoy the magic that me and the computer share.
They did a pretty good job, because I ended up agreeing to “share” it with my mom and dad. Dad made me take off the beautiful digimon stickers I had on it, which has helped with the parting process since it no longer looks like the computer I love.
Does anyone else ever feel attachments to inanimate objects? It’s not necessarily the computer that I would be missing, because the iMac is better in so many ways, but it’s what it represents and the memories that are tied to it.
I exported it as a movie so everyone could watch it.