We've been friends now for quite some time. I was hooked the first time I got onto our family's Tandy computer in 1988. (I would play Space Invaders and Frogger for hours at a time, enthralled at how those pixelly little characters moved.) I listened to vinyls on our record player, and I watched movies on the Betamax.
My world was rocked (literally) with the invention of the walkman (later upgraded to a sleek CD model), and for my 13th birthday I got my very own boombox. I was in music heaven, thanks to you.
You later blessed me with an iPod, DVD player and DVR, and oh, the bliss...the internet! You've revolutionized my world, affording me opportunities I never dreamed of - from banking and shopping online, to keeping in touch with friends via social media, to hearing about breaking news just seconds after it happened.
I love that you (well, and my beloved boss) allow me to work from home with wi-fi on my laptop, mount my flat-screen TV on my wall, and carry a mini-computer iPhone that is glued to my hip.
You've changed my life for the better, Technology. And for that, I'm grateful.
But we need to have a talk.
I have to be honest with you, Technology. Sometimes you make me want to scream.