If there’s one thing I’ve learned about myself, it’s that technology and I share a complicated relationship like that one couple in a sitcom who fight constantly but somehow end up together in the end. Let’s just say that if technology had a restraining order against me, I wouldn’t be surprised.
The Printer That Hated Me
My first skirmish with technology began in college with a printer. Ah, the humble printer, mankind’s cruelest invention. I had an assignment due in 10 minutes, and naturally, the printer decided it was the perfect time to go on strike. It blinked at me with its ominous red light, displaying an error code that might as well have been ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs. After frantically Googling, restarting, and whispering sweet nothings into its paper tray, I finally managed to print the document. Only... it was upside down and backward. My professor now knows I can write essays and unintentionally create abstract art.
The Smart Home That Outsmarted Me
Years later, I decided to upgrade my home with "smart" devices. Big mistake. My smart speaker decided it was more of a stand-up comedian than a useful assistant. “Alexa, turn on the lights,” I’d say, and she’d respond with, “Sorry, I can’t find any lights connected to your account.” I live in a one-bedroom apartment, Alexa. You’re standing right there.
Then there was the time my smart fridge started sending me passive-aggressive notifications. “You’re out of milk again,” it beeped. I didn’t ask to be judged, Samsung.
The Social Media Catastrophe
Social media isn’t safe either. I once meant to DM my friend a funny meme but accidentally posted it to my story, which included my boss, my crush, and my overly concerned aunt who still doesn’t understand the difference between a like and a comment. Cue a flurry of messages:
- Boss: “Is this work-related?”
- Crush: “LOL, what even is this?”
- Aunt: “Are you okay? Do you need prayers?”
Deleting it only made me look guiltier, so now I just lean into the chaos.
The Time My GPS Turned Into a Saboteur
Technology’s greatest betrayal came in the form of my GPS. On a road trip, it decided that "shortest route" meant "bypass all civilization and take this sketchy dirt path." As I drove deeper into the woods, my GPS chirped, “You’ve arrived at your destination!” My destination was clearly NOT a field of cows, but thank you, Google.
Conclusion: The Final Laugh
Despite the constant misadventures, I can’t quit technology. It’s like an unreliable best friend who shows up late to your party but brings cake. Sure, it embarrasses me, frustrates me, and occasionally makes me question my life choices, but it also makes life entertaining.
And who needs peace of mind when you have hilarious stories to tell?