Mar 08, 2009 21:53
I got a virus on my computer right around the same time that I made out with some guy at a bar. Both were mistakes. And both wouldn’t stop harassing me. The virus slowly spread from my operating system to my hard drive and there were warning messages popping up constantly and the guy started calling me eight times a day and leaving me pleading voice mails and grammatically-riddled text messages. After a week, it got to the point where I couldn’t turn on my computer anymore and I wouldn’t answer my phone anymore.
And then. Then, I called Dell and they sent me a new hard drive. And the next time that guy called, I took a deep breath and answered the phone and told him to stop calling, to leave me alone. I told him that I wasn’t interested and never would be.
I could use my computer again. And I stopped feeling sick when my phone rang. And I guess that’s where the analogy ends because the guy started calling me again yesterday and my computer is still clean and virus-free and I can’t figure out how to block his number and I want him to just leave me alone, forever.
I had a dream last night and I’m not going to write it out but it was about how powerless and helpless I feel sometimes. And it was about how I give in because that’s easier than standing my ground. Sometimes it feels like I’m floundering in a sea of my own bad decisions.