WHAT DO I DO WITH GLORIA?

I am a very angry man. I have fell in and out of love in the same fleeting instance. Falling in love is a wonderful feeling. It makes you feel like you are tall enough to touch the bottom of the sky. I am about five-point-something tall. But this didn't stop me from feeling I could touch the sky. It is a pity the feeling, that I can touch the bottom of the sky, isn't going to last long. I have already fell out of love. That is why I am angry.

I am, in fact seated here, at the cyber, thinking about what I am going to do about Gloria. Ours was love, devotion and respect at first sight. I was smitten the first time I saw Gloria. Now things are different. Our relationship hasn't lasted a three days and we already have problems getting along. Just the other day, I was thinking about climbing the two flights of stairs, from the office to the open space on the top floor. I was thinking of taking Gloria along with me. I was planning to fling Gloria over the railing and into the space between the cyber cafe building and the next one. That was the only way I could end the agony I have to face every time I look at Gloria.

I would have flung Gloria off the building. The only thing stopping me is that I don't know of a way I can wipe Gloria completely off the face of earth. If I am to fling Gloria I have to do it when I am sure Gloria will not live to tell the story. What hurts me most, more than not knowing what to do, is the way I took to Gloria's charm.

I am someone who is always cautious when it comes to relationships. A new relationship brings forth memories of the ones I had before that failed to take off. There are other things that I don't enjoy doing. They are some of the things that I do with a lot of reluctance. Take shopping, for instance. Just the other day, before I met Gloria, I went to the supermarket. I kept walking around and around, having the airs of someone who knows why they are in a supermarket. Twenty rounds (yes, I was counting. It is a small super anyway) later I realized I better have a list of what I wanted to buy. That meant going back home to do an inventory of the things I needed at the house.

My inventory made me realize I needed Gloria more than anything else. I knew Gloria was going to change the way I do things. I had just gotten an account at PulseWire and I was so excited, like a teenager who had met the girl of his dreams, after a lifetime spent in reading Shakespeare's All's Well That Ends Well and Romeo and Juliet, I was so excited.

I knew if I wanted to make good use of PulseWire then I had to get Gloria. I asked around. A friend brought me a CPU. I am not so good at assembling computers. So I begun asking around, for the second time. Everyone advised me to take the machine to town, where there are many options where computer repairs is concerned. I bought a motherboard, a processor and returned home. I was looking forward to getting some work done. The guy assembling my PC worked, tirelessly on the machine. But it couldn't work. The following day I took it back to town, to be assembled while I waited. Three hours later I left with the machine.

And believe it or not, the PC still failed to work. I resolved to let matters be and returned at the cyber with Gloria. Now I am at the cyber thinking about what I should be doing with Gloria. I know Gloria would have been of tremendous help had she cooperated with me. Now I have to use the cyber, which I thought I would be using for the purposes of sending emails only. I look at Gloria. There she is, white all over. She is just sitting there, waiting and not waiting to see what my next move is going to be. There is only one thing left for me to do.

Let me go check how high the top floor is to accertain if Gloria won't survive the fall. I just want to kiss the money I spent on Gloria goodbye. Flinging her off the top floor of the cyber cafe will do me a lot of good. As I leave the desk an advice I had been given about cheap things echoes through my mind.

CHEAP IS EXPENSIVE!
CHEAP IS EXPENSIVE!
CHEAP IS EXPENSIVE!!!

“Not everything that can be counted counts, and not everything that counts can be counted."

Albert Einstein

PS: This is based on true events. It is inspired by my computer, which isn't working.