A tiny paper towel in my ear

Before I explain the title, here's another blast from the past-style post!

From 9/10/09:

On my laptop (finally!)

Thank God they finally reimaged the little stinker, who I am now rechristening--more on that in a second. But anyways, the way this laptop's keyboard is set, it's a lot easier on my wrists than the Mac's wireless one. Also, I am glad I no longer have to bum off the desktop or my mom's laptop. I CAN CHECK MY EMAIL WITH REGULARITY AGAIN.

Anyways, I've decided to rename my laptop, because I have been converted to the cult of crazy people who name their electronics. For example, I've named my cell Kirby, because it's ancient and indestructible (sadly, it is not pink). I will probably name my laptop Dexter, because it looks normal on the outside. On the inside, however, IT EATS SOULS.

Seriously.

But it's nice to have it back anyways. I form strange attachments to things like my computer, contact lenses, and old papers demonstrating how talented I was in kindergarten.

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I take this post as an example of my relationship with technology. I love it, but it better be really, REALLY sturdy, or there will be problems. I do things like drop my phone (twice today! Onto concrete!), drop my iPod, drop my laptop, and otherwise generally abuse my technological devices with absolutely no intent of doing so.

I have dropped my iPod in the mad dash from one car to another, in the rain, onto asphalt. And because it's a Mini, and doesn't take any of this iPod Nano super-thin shit, it was still playing music when I picked it up. I have dropped my cell phone more times than I can count, and the worst that has happened is that the back has popped off and the battery's come out. As soon as I put everything back together again, voila! This has come in handy many times, and I approve wholeheartedly of any technology that is capable of such a feat.

Now, to change the subject completely, let me explain the paper towel. My ear had a small cut; I accidentally picked the scab off and it began to bleed again. So in order to prevent awkward ear-bloodstains, I put a little paper towel ball there to keep everything neat and tidy! And now I'm just too lazy to walk over to my trashcan, remove it, and throw it away. So it's going to stay in my ear until it's time for bed.

I'm really cool, obviously.

Also, on the subject of other people's blog posts. I know I've been really bad about commenting, and that's mostly because I'm not entirely sure what to say. It seems as though almost anything I would be inclined to say is not something that the poster will want to hear--and this is not meant to be directed to the most recent posters; rather, it is a sad truth that applies to every single soul-baring post that has been made in the past three years. I'm worried about offending people--I'm worried that sympathy will come across as insincere and advice will come across as condescending. I don't know what to say, so I just don't say anything at all. Thumper's Rule, you know.

At the same time, I wonder if my brain simply works differently: when I post (if ever I've posted) on a topic that is of great emotional value to me, especially if it's negative, I feel like I'm grasping for any sympathy at all; perhaps that's simply what I personally want, and my issues are blown out of proportion to achieve that goal. The recent posts are upsetting to me, but on a fundamental level I don't think I can understand them, simply because I've never been in the same position. My real self-percieved failings I tend to keep quiet; the ones I post about aren't necessarily the ones that dominate when I think about the reasons for any insecurity I have.

I guess what I'm trying to say is two things: one, I'm honored that people would choose to be so honest on their blogs, and two, my commenting-deficiency is entirely my own fault.

Wow, I'm really bad at expressing myself concisely when I'm not talking about mundane things like paper towels and iPods on concrete. Colleges are going to love that.