Metaphors were always my favourite figures of speech

The Curse:
It was a day like any other day. I came back home from work and was too lazy to make dinner anyway. Inevitably so, it was destined to be another day where I savour myself with a feast of lemonade to fill my tummy.

I lay stretched out, with my machine in front and a glass of the best lemonade in town. It looked something like this:


The Fall:
Not that there was anything nefarious or exciting on the screen, but the next thing I know is that I had spilled lemonade on my machine!!! The sacred circuits of the only constant thing in my life was going to be drenched by sugar water! I gathered my emotions and took a snap of the poor thing:


Redemption:
I probably am too attached to this goddamn thing. It seems to govern my life more than the lemonade that I spilt over it. Lemonade, for instance, doesnt need care and affection, and only knows to give pleasure. A computer is not like that and requires ministrations. I hate it. My dad bought it for me and expected that I would treat it with a lot of care and affection. I know I failed him.

If we can't break our attachments, let us drown them :D.