I wrote this at a dire in my life, just to get it off my chest. I looked back through my wordpress drafts today, and feel it’s time to get it out there into the world. Here goes…
They say you can’t help who you fall in love with. They say so long as you have your health, nothing else matters. They say the apple of your eye will be your first child; your pride and joy.
So what happens if you realise you love a piece of hardware? Needless to say, people will think you’re quite mad, and rightly so. I think it’s very odd myself, and I’m the one in love with an ‘obsolete’ object.
Today, my graphics tablet died. I was so devastated I could have wept pathetically all morning. I proceeded to try and pretend to be okay, and fight back the weepies in front of my work colleagues.
I really mean this when I say – I desperately wanted to go home and mourne the death of my beloved wacom. Sad, but true.
I had to write down how I feel because I literally cannot tell people just how sad I am about it!
I mean, I’ve said ‘I’m gutted’, but how do you go about telling someone your pride and joy was wrapped up in that thing? That you totally loved it? And that when you’re done working on it, you play on it after. That you spend more time with your hand wrapped round a wacom pen than you do wrapped around your own boyfriend’s hand.
It’s crazy, but it’s the truth. I loved you my little tablet, and I’ll miss you, thanks for everything.
– A full record of my tablet will be present in the official obituary.