I used to own an actual computer, but I broke it the stupidest way possible about a year ago. Story time.
It's the summer of 2019, and also the oddest period of my life (as of yet). I had an obsession with staying up to hear my favourite songs on the radio.
(Remember the music slide I talked about a few chapters ago? That's where this comes in.)I had a school-issued computer, but I preferred using my own computer, since Chromebooks suck ass. Sometime during this night, after hours of using my makeshift MP3, I close my computer and hide it under my pillow.
I then proceed to forget about the computer, and do a running jump on to my pillow. The computer probably would've been just fine, but unbeknownst to me, I had left an earbud on the keyboard when I closed the lid.
I them noticed my mistake, lifted the computer lid, and instantly I realized how much of a retarded wetsock I was.
The damage wasn't repairable on my own; the screen didn't have a physical crack I could feel, but something was definitely wrong.
It's been over a year and a half since then, and I've yet to tell my mum. I just kinda feel ashamed, since that was something completely preventable with just common sense, but I digress. I still have the computer, and I've been thinking of visiting electronic repair forums to at least get an idea of what I broke and an estimate of the costs necessary to fix it.
I wish that I had just told my mum about all that time ago, since that woulda lessened the shame. I don't know if she'll even be that mad about it, considering I dropped my phone into a cup of ramen 2 months ago and she was completely nonchalant about it, but a cracked computer is a different matter entirely from a waterlogged phone.
I dunno. Bottom line? Don't be like me: a dumbass.
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