A key gave up.
A key on my computer just stopped working. Just straight gave up. Why? Did I spi something? Nope. This dude, this azy ass key just stopped coming to work.
"Yo, we NEED you, man. You know how many words we can't spe when you aren't here? ook! Right there! That sentence is messed up because of you. Get to work!"
"... Naw, man. I don't think I've been getting the respect I deserve. I'm out! And I'm not going to et you spe etter, ove, spi , a tercation, none of those! How does that fee ? Huh? How does that FEE !?"
Yep. That's the key. The key forme y known as here. The key. I'm going to keep writing without it because I have to. It gave up at a great time. I need to have three b ogs done before this month is done. He knows this. We've been doing it for a most three years now. Myse f and the man himse f, the key. This has made me think of something that's being going through my head for awhi e now.
I make things as hard as possib e on myse f. What do I mean? I mean this computer is over six years o d. Can I get another one? Yep. I cou d, but for whatever reason I just dea with things. I have an iPhone 3gs. Is it amazing? Of course it. The fact that this techno ogy was made in the first p ace is amazing. Has app e started to make phones that are faster? That work better? Yes. Cou d I get one? Yep. But, I make things hard for the sake of it. Now I'm not saying that that means to run out and buy every sing e new thing that app e puts out. But, it's not a ways the best idea to just dea with things. Sometimes it gets you here. No damn key.
Another examp e of making things hard? Recent y my mom bought me a uggage set. With whee s. Put my uggage in a bag with whee s for the first time. It was insane! I'm whee ing around the airport, just ki ing it! Why was this so insane? Because before this I was using a duff e bag. Duff e bag with no whee s. I was carrying my uggage through airports, for YEARS, as if this was 1979.
"Can I see your boarding pass, sir?"
"Is 'My Sharona' by The Knack the number one song of the year?"
"... That a joke?"
"... What year is this!?"
Whee s comp ete y b ew my mind! I'm ro ing a over the p ace, just osing my mind!
"Why in the he did I not have these before?! Why have I been CARRYING a bag a this time! I don't have to do this?! I NEVER had to. I'm wa king through the airport ike a wrest er from the 80's. ove those guys, but MAN."
I cou d have gotten uggage. I shou d have. I trave enough to have whee s. Whee s! But why didn't I have them? I kept saying that I cou dn't afford uggage, or that I didn't need whee s. Now, you don't NEED whee s, but man! Makes things much simp er in the airport. I can now whee my bag through security. I used to put my duff e bag on the ground, and kick it through. Used to just boot it out in front of me. Kicking a damn bag in front of other humans. KICKING my things across an airport f oor.
"Step forward, p ease."
(Soccer kicks be ongings forward.)
"Woooooo! I'm rea y iving, here! Kicking my stuff! How you guys, iving? Kicking my stuff!"
Even on- ine I make things hard. I refused to get twitter for the first coup e of years. I don't rea y have a great reason as to why. Just refused. Makes it hard to stay in touch with peop e after shows and such. It's va uab e. Instagram? I signed up for it two days ago! Peop e have had it for years. Te ing me that I shou d have it. Wou dn't. And now that I have it, I ike it more than twitter! The videos on it are just fun to make. Peop e have come up to me after shows and asked if I had it. Didn't. Did they fo ow me? How cou d they! Another way to just make things harder and fight things that make existence a bit easier.
I make things hard as we by thinking that everything is going wrong. I usua y ive with that perspective of what I'm doing. Terrib e thing to do that just impedes progress. I don't rea y take any credit for where I've gotten. I'm getting better with it, though. I'm going to get fixing this button. The whee s have inspired me. The next b og wi have every etter in it, and ife wi be a itt e easier.