Monday was a Monday if I’ve ever seen one. As I left the comfort of my freezing cold apartment (the windows are old and shitty and leak in cold air as if the windows were open), I was feeling good. I usually love Mondays. Everyone’s always in a bad mood, filled with complaints, giving me more opportunity to do what I need to do while everyone else is moving at half speed. Once I step foot outside, I have a 15 minute walk followed by a 15 minute train ride, followed by a 5 minute train ride, followed by 10 minute walk. It’s actually quite nice. I’ve got ample time to collect my thoughts, hype myself up, mentally prep for the day/week, people watch, ponder why we still can’t get WiFi below ground, listen to some music, consume some content usually in podcast form, and more. I know what you’re thinking: how does he do all of that in 45ish minutes? Because I don’t complain about little things that don’t really matter. I lock in and go tunnel fucking vision on what I need to do.
With that being said, my entire routine was compromised as a result of my own stupidity and neglect. I forgot to charge my Airpods. I slipped in the right headphone, followed by the left. Both felt snug as could be. Time to press play. But first…I heard a noise in both ears that I knew meant trouble. It was the signal that my Airpods were dead. No problem, I’ll put them back in the case and let them recharge for a few minutes. I was improvising on the fly like a pro’s pro. But to make matters worse, the charging case was dead too. Mother of god. It’s happening. I have to dig into my bag to find my old headphones, the ones with WIRES.
After finally untangling the wires (classic), it felt like trying on a pair of sneakers I wore 10 years ago. The fit was off. The volume stunk. The wires dangled and annoyed me. I probably looked pissed off in addition to looking ridiculous. The songs didn’t excite me. The podcasts didn’t interest me. I hated everything about my ears and the sounds projecting into them. I felt like just another average schlub on the train rocking headphones that were connected by copper wire. I fit in; what a nightmare. It was embarrassing and unbecoming. Once you make the decision to improve your quality of life with AirPod headphones, there’s no going back. Imagine trading in your iPhone for a freaking enV. That’s essentially what I had to do. I was horrified, but I was humbled. I think this needed to happen so that it doesn’t happen ever again.
One more thing – I hate how this blog turned out. I didn’t re read it but I had an idea of what I wanted to write and this was not it. As it got going I thought I could improve on what I had originally planned only to quickly realize it was going off the rails. Couldn’t even get the title right. It’s unorganized and stupid, but I guess I got my point across. And here I am rambling again. Prob should cut my losses. Okay, goodbye.
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