I dropped my ipod and rendered it useless today. I wouldn’t be that upset except I listened to it just about every day. I affectionately called it GuentzelPod when I was asked to name it in iTunes.
I found myself going through the five stages of grief:
- Denial - I did not just drop my ipod on the hard floor. There is no way that my ipod is on the floor after falling approximately 4 feet.
- Anger - Why did I drop my ipod? Why was I so stupid to carry it in my right hand and allow the headphone cord to catch on the doorknob? I am furious!
- Bargaining - Please come back to life, ipod. I swear if you come back to life, I’ll never carry you so carelessly again…please, please boot up again.
- Depression - I will never listen to music or amusing and informative podcasts again. Audio is dead to me.
- Acceptance - I don’t know what this feels like yet.
I am not amused. Would anyone like to buy a $300 paperweight?
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