In Which Amy Corrupts Technology... (Myspace Blog)

I am a Corrupter of Technology. Or at least that is what Jimmy says.

I was sitting at home, minding my own business, being morose and thinking about crying, when he called. To 'talk'.

'Talk'ing, in this case, involved me opening my mouth and spilling all my miseries out onto him... and him nodding and hmmming and occasionally inserting listening noises any place he could get a word in edgewise.

According to my brother, in the end, the problem is that I am an egocentric decision maker. Along with most of the other people in the world. I am also not good at using technology appropriately (i.e. using it the way he would like me too...) and am therefore (with exasperated sigh included) a CORRUPTER of TECHNOLOGY. Believe it or not, this actually made me feel better, to have him tell me this. There is the reason I cannot bear to be a slave to my stupid cell phone! I am a corrupter. It is not because I have a bad memory and forget to take it off vibrate after class, or just plain forget to take it with me. Nope, I am a corrupter. That is my problem.

Lucky for me, he had a solution for it too... "Little sis, you just need to TAKE CONTROL."

Take control... this makes me laugh. Me, who cannot ever decide what restaurant she wants to eat at, needs to take control. I AM taking control - of feeling morose and teary eyed.

This is, of course, not as deep as our conversation went... and my telling him of my decision not to post all the personal stuff lead him to reiterate that I was a corrupter... what is the point of having a blog if I am not going to post personal things? And while I see his point, I still don't think I wanna.

So, in the end, he tells me that he is glad we could have this chat, and how happy he is that I am now laughing and joking with him. He says, "And hey, I win!" which in Jim-speak means "I am so glad that you are feeling better and that I could help and I love you even if you do corrupt technology every chance you get."

I love my brother... who else knew to call me?