Dear W,




Though I think of you constantly, we are apart for awhile because I needed some space. Please understand, it's not you, it's me. I think. I got with you on the advice of mutual friends. I am now regretting my choice. I am afraid my aversion will grow and we will have to part ways very soon. I have tried to give it time but a few sleepness nights have worn me down. I no longer feel that I have a life. My time and thoughts are totally spent on you and your wicked, wild, and wiley ways. I suspect you are simply too much for me to handle.



I avoided you at first for many reasons. Too many to list here. The list is growing by the hour. Truthfully, not all of the people I listened to were your friends. Some are your mortal enemies. I had this feeling that you would be no good for me. I won't repeat to you what bad things so many people have said about you. Some of the words used should not be repeated. It actually frightened me to imagine even being in the same room with you. Never, I said, over and over. Never!!! You are not for me. No Sirree.....



They said you are difficult. Impossible to live with. That you would make me crazy in no time. I would cry myself to sleep and want you gone before an hour was up. Then some converts showed up. People that had allowed you to wheedle your sneaky way into their lives. For whatever reason. They said you are not so bad. We were wrong. Why not give W a try? Don't judge W by what others say. They are stupid, nonadventurous, stuck in their ways, and have no patience with a genius such as you. Try something different. You will love being with W. W is actually a lot of fun. Different but fun.



I began to think, why not? If I don't like W, I can always break it off. It has been 3 long miserable days (and longer nights) of worry and stress and you keep luring me back. I cannot seem to break it off with you after all. I end up breaking down in tears and rueing the day I ever met you. I am miserable but seemingly stuck with you. Godammit, Windows 8. Why did I ever think I could live with the likes of you?



JSH, the weary, teary, and leery one 2/10/14