The Men in My Life…

Meh. My brother and father have been being quiet pains. Instead of letting me consult Leeker on the issue, they dove right in and got lost in the artic under the ice. Heh. I have the internet back on my computer, but I am still using the home base. Why? The connection to this one is so pitiful it is still of no use to me. On rare occasions through much waiting, a page will load, but other than that… Well, there is not much other. It is pretty useless.
My father sighed and demanded “It is fixed though, isn’t it?”
Well, yes. If you mean that the Internet is running again, then yes.
“Then what is the problem?”
The computer. I do not know how to explain it to you, but the Internet was not the complete issue. He is exasperated. Heh. The men in my life.
In the end, it is still rendered helpless. I am sure it is croaking at times. Poor sucker. For now, it will simply be a music player and something I can type in. Yes, that is what the poor machine is rendered to – a music player and a type writer that cannot even print onto paper. Heh.
Well, I can watch media I have stored on the computer still, but I mainly watched things from a place called “Youtube” on the Internet. Such joy.
Some of me wonders if I should just revert to such simplicities. No longer surf the net, no longer do art on the computer, no longer read various fiction of my interests, no longer having information at my finger tips, no longer chat with the few people I know that happened to be the only connection I seriously have with other people, etcetera. Dramatic, yes? Well… that is how I do things. It is my day.
Do art by hand. I do, but I enjoy coloring it via computer. It is brighter, crisper, and less likely to mess up.
Read a book. I do, but I have already read all of my books and usually require the Internet to get new ones as well as find said books because it is there am I able to find ones that actually interest me.
Go to a library and look up the information. Some things from books just do not hold the same insight.
Find REAL people to chat with. I am new to a town, I do not go to school, I do not have a job. How am I to meet people? Even with a job, how likely will I make friends? It is very little in likelihood. My brother has been here two years and he still does not have a person he can call a friend here.
The list can go on. That is my life? In an nutshell… I suppose. That is pathetic? Maybe so.
What can be said… this is rather numbing.

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