My family believed that just because I could hook up an N64 console as a kid that I would be an IT professional by the time I was... pretty much the age that I am now. I am a bartender instead, and I definitely made the right call between the two options. Sure the IT guy might make more money than me, but his life sucks. My life is great. I get to wake up pretty much whenever I want, there are no women that want a guy that won't commit to anything so I always have time to spend on things that actually matter. I'm saying that spending all your time on trying to get a mate that you'll hate in 7 months is a waste of time. Just to clarify.
It is not that hard, and definitely not impressive to have a child that can hook up an N64. It's like 3 cables, 2 button presses and the flip of a switch. Not prodigy level stuff there. They told me that it was prodigy level stuff, and that made me into an arrogant kid. Being arrogant made life harder, so I should not have been told that I was super smart. Because I'm not. Thank God I finally know that and can just keep to my cocktail recipes and video games and dick jokes.
It was nice to have someone who could hook things up and be able to talk with customer service when things broke. Nice for my family, not nice for me as I was that person. Customer service reps do not want to talk to a child. Especially not a little shit who has been told that he is a technological genius because he learned how to reset the Wi-fi.
My father is an experienced, life long residential electrician. My mother has a Master's degree. How was it that I had to fix every electronic and piece of technology across my entire adolescence? Those are the resumes of two pretty smart people. My dad is good with his hands and my mom could obviously read. So why did all the repairs always fall on me? Because it was something that they were unfamiliar with. My dad can barely type 10 wpm and my mother went through all of college without ever using a computer. So technology scared them. Like the first cave man that was killed via stoning for his mastery of fire. I was the one who mastered the VCR.
Well it was good that they gave me that to do. I did enjoy fixing our family tech and it gave me a sense of approval and capability. Even though sometimes there was unfair blaming and insistence that I call customer service again even though I had no clue what to do next, and the agents refused to speak with a child. But that prepared me for the unfairness of life. Where all you have are two groups of ignorant, unrelated people yelling at you to do something when you've already done all that you can do. There is always some bullshitter that just believes "intuitively" I suppose that there is more that can be done. No matter how hard you try, there will always be more shit to do for some asshole.
I learned a lot by always being Mr. Fix it for my family. But I never learned how much is the right amount of bleach to use when cleaning the fucking bathroom. I must've used 200% of what's needed because my entire apartment stinks of it and I might pass out soon. It's fucking horrendous.
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