Let me set the record straight. I’m not about to go off on some philosophical, metaphorical tangent about how small things can impact your life in massive ways.
I’m being much more literal here.
I got a computer mouse.
Now, some of you guys are probably wondering what the big effin’ deal is. It’s just a computer mouse, right?
I own a laptop, have owned it for about six years now. Ever since I got it, I have used the touchpad below the keyboard to navigate. Sure, my hands got cramped more often than not and my fingers awkwardly hovered over the keys, but I managed.
But I recently got another freelance job editing, so I figured I’d be a big spender for once. I went to Best Buy and got myself the cheapest-ish mouse available, called it Jerry, and then took it home. With a job like editing, I wanted a little more finesse than a touchpad. Know what I mean, jelly bean?
You guys, it’s like I forgot how to breathe. Having a mouse is addictively pleasurable. I can’t stop using it. I know material things shouldn’t amount to happiness, but I’m goddamn ecstatic.
To make a good thing even better, my boyfriend bought me a mouse pad with an image of Froley on it to celebrate.
This mouse is the best purchase EVER.
You know, now that I think about it, this is a post about how a little thing can have a massive impact on your life.