I'm all out of iLove

My whole life teeters on a finely balanced, custom built, perfectly tuned iGalaxy. (Yes, I know, I’m an Apple whore)

The system is smarter than me. It’s intuitive. It gets me.

Like every harmonious relationship, you know that conflict is inevitable at some point in the future, but you can never imagine what will spark it off.

Last night, we had our first fight.

It’s still a little raw and maybe too soon to talk about it, but if I bottle it up, I’m afraid I may never get over it.

Ok...So…Last night…In one tragic moment, whilst backing up my iPhone, my MacBook took its last breath, causing my phone to go into anaphylactic shock and forcing it into an amnesiac state.

This, in turn, rendered me aphasic and left me mutely hysterical, running around in small circles, gasping and gagging.

As my iLife flashed before my eyes, I was further tormented by the taunting of my inner voice saying, “Go and find your Nokia E65 backup”.

Please, no! Not the Nokia. It has buttons, for heavens sake. How am I expected to work like this?

Needless to say, after 45 minutes or so of awkward fumbling and constant attempts to get the phone to respond to my misdirected caressing of its non-existent touch screen, I sedated myself.

After camping in front of the iStore this morning, my Apple Saviours got us communicating again. And although we’re talking, it can never be the same.

I can’t look at my iUniverse the same way. I will always be a tad gun shy. I’ll forever feel a tiny bit betrayed. A little sadness will linger about how easily the trust can be broken.

But for now, I’m going to work very hard at trying to recapture the iLove.

Baby Steps.