I wrote this for class

The laptop doesn’t care. You can take it to a museum or the top of a mountain or to a stripclub and it will still glow the same way. It’s not bothered if it’s near a wifi hotspot, that’s you projecting your insecurities onto it. Don’t worry though, it doesn’t mind you doing that. You can use it for whatever you want as far as it’s concerned. Downloading music illegally, word processing, graphic design, doorstop, it will perform each task without complaint, day or night. It’s you who chooses to write these embarrassingly personal blog posts and upload them for the world to see.

The laptop wasn’t a symbol of despair and isolation until you made it one. It could have represented the beauty of creation and communication. It doesn’t mind the role it finds itself in, but it doesn’t take any joy from it either. It would be just as happy as a symbol of boredom. It certainly is that for some people. These people could care less about the emotions you have poured into this inanimate object. They are more concerned with climbing trees, swimming rivers, and scraping knees. The laptop works for those people just as much as it does for you. It knows no loyalty. Why would its loyalty lie with you in any case? It knows that it is not the only laptop in existence. There are millions of others out there and it is a symbol for all of them. Why would it choose you when it could pledge allegiance to its own kind? It didn’t make that choice of course. It abstained from voting. Its allegiance doesn’t lie in any one direction, it runs in all of them at once, constantly spreading and expanding.

Even though you’ve imprisoned the laptop in this dark room, its power as a symbol still manages to shine through. It doesn’t care how you treat it, but so what? You should care. You have poured so much love through it, through its keyboard, but haven’t saved one drop for the machine itself. You wouldn’t treat a person you love like this would you?