For years I've been lusting over Mac computers, dreaming of the day I would one day have my own. I would go to the Apple web page and navigate my way through all the goodness. Sometimes I would resist the urge to launch my sad little PC laptop across the room, especially when I went to check out movie trailers and I kept getting the pop up "Unable to recognize file." I would then say to myself "It's probably because you're stupid. I wouldn't have this problem with Mac, cause it knows all."
The point of the story is coming soon so bare with me... I know this sounds crazy and a little obsessive, especially for those closed minded PC owners who believe that Apple computers are confusing (it's all a big lie that PC has put in your head because it knows it's inferior to the power of Mac). I once was that person, but I was introduced to an iMac a 18 years old along with Final Cut and realized that I have been missing out. So the next 5 years of my life I spent in turmoil over the fact I was having to reprogram my laptop 3 times because of some trojan worm or something and the reality that I didn't have enough money to purchase the object of my affection...the glorious MacBook Pro (cue in dramatic trumpet and drum music).
My luck finally caught up with me this past Monday when my neighbor received a giant box in the mail. What was in this box?
A brand new MacBook Pro, the one I had been seeing in my dreams for so long. He texted me to let me know I need to bring over the $600 cash I had been saving up because he had a computer for me. I rush down the street and giggle and clap and do a little dance and hug the box. I had over my down payment and rip the tape off the box, then the next box then there it is...the official black box! I again giggle and almost pass out from excitement. I slowly open the box (life was moving in slow motion at this point and the score from Chariots of Fire was playing in my head...weird I know). There it was smelling like one of my favorite smells, scotch tape, and blinging like a pair of 27s on an Oldsmobile in the ghetto. Ahh, it was amazing. To top it off my neighbor informs me that I only owe him 500 more dollars making this toy WAY cheaper than I could ever get it legally.
So, for all these years I've been longing to become apart of the Cult of Mac and now I have drank the Apple Kool Aid and it is refreshing.
