I am ~irrationally sad~ that I took my computer to IS&T (I trusted them with my computer) to fix a charger port issue and they replaced my keyboard for me. and I can’t get the old one back.
I don’t know if it’s because I’m a writer, or because I spend so much of my time typing my feelings instead of talking about them, but my keyboard feels like an extension of myself, y’know? and I’m proud of the smooth spots I’ve worn into the keys and the stories I’ve channelled through that keyboard and the honesty that it has drawn out of me and I like the way that it feels under my fingers and now they’ve taken that away from me. and I didn’t even ask them to.