My kids asked me why I am so angry. I wanted to say them, but it wasn’t entirely their fault. The general level of malaise and summer disappointment does stem from being around them for an extremely long time with no real break for ‘grown people talk,’ residual anger (’tis a form of grief) from the loss of the last of my father figures, and the really big one for the day was the utter failure of major electronic devices. I bought a Jawbone Up. It didn’t work. I bought pro controller for the Wii U. It didn’t work. Two unrelated purchases from different locations that did not work to go along with an iPhone that works when it chooses to. Now this is a problem.
I have these problems on occasion. Electronics go out around me on a fairly regular cycle. I used to think it was an electro-chemical thing tied to seasons and the Earth’s own e-mag fields. My theory was that my own e-field was meshing with the earth’s field in a way that made my electronics wonky. The theory is wonky and I abandoned it long ago. I settled on the non-theory of gremlins and bad luck. That all came to a head with these bad products that led to bad parenting and returned goods.
The fact is, I am angry. I hate that.