The universe is trying to tell me something but I can’t decipher the message. The recurring riddle comes to me in the form of cracks.
Last night my laptop, aka my lifeline, cracked. I went to move it, placed my thumb in the corner of the screen and with the superhuman strength in my fifth digit it cracked. Holy Hell!
I spent a few hours wondering what deep message this accident was trying to convey to me. Do I need to slow down? Maybe I am not meant to be so involved in blogging and social media. Who placed a curse on me and why?
Then, just as I had calmed down and realized it was just a random accident and had no higher meaning, my iPhone (the one Theresa let me borrow after I LOST my other one) went flying out of my hand in the kitchen, landed face down on the tile and shattered. No fucking lie. My laptop AND my phone, both cracked in a matter of a few hours of one another. And, this is my second time I’ve shattered an iPhone. This was the first time:
So now I am definitely contemplating the higher meaning of life, at least my life as it relates to technology and the Internet. Also, I am planning on changing my name to Mama MaGoo and scheduling myself for a few days away from all things electronic.
Have a great weekend. I’ll be unplugged, taking a few cleansing breaths, trying to answer the riddle put to me by the universe and poking needles in a voodoo doll of Steve Jobs.