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| Internet is definitely a place of healing. |
So It began on what I think was a Thursday night. At that night, I believe I was crazily spending my time listening to retarded music and reading shitty mangas. It was around 9 pm or so that my older sister came into my room. Apparently, she was bored and wanted me to ask my dad to go out somewhere that night. So after hurriedly finishing an argument on 4chan about the merits of using mirrors to reflect lasers fired by aliens in order to gain aerial superiority, I put my computer to sleep and went downstairs. When I asked my dad if he wanted to go out somewhere that night, he said he would go out under one condition: I would have to play him in a game of chess. You see, my dad was really into chess for some obscure reason for the past few weeks. I magnanimously agreed to his conditions. But I foolishly forgot about the fact that my dad was a really slow chess player. So after about an hour, I finally managed to crush my dad's forces in this grueling chess battle. True to his word, my dad said we would go out bowling or something. At that moment, the power went out.
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Due to my intense focus on the Chess game, I was oblivious
to the raging storm that was going on outside. As soon as the power did
go out, I looked out the windows to see the trees in my neighbor swaying like
headbangers listening to dubstep musics. I assume people bang their heads while
listening to dubsteps right? I'm not in the 'hip' mainstream, so I don't even
know what dubstep really is. Anyway, let's continue from this simile. So
for a while, my family just stayed quiet and looked out the window. There were
tons of lightning flashes and shitz. In my neighbor's yard, one of the tree's
biggest branches snapped and fell. Other than that, there were that much
physical damage to my neighborhood. After about an hour or so, the storm died
down and my family was getting bored again. So anyway, my dad decided that
the best way to spend the night was to drink it away, so my family just ate
pistachio nuts for a while and decided that we would go to sleep.
My only experience with dubstep, and this is only because of
my fascination with the WH 40K lores.
Next morning was bloody hot. You know how its been really
humid and hot around the DC region around that time right? Thanks to the AC
being out, I was boiled to death when I woke up. Frustrated, I proceeded to
wash myself and turn on the computer so I could rejoin the fray at 4chan, only
to realize that the power went out last night. I scream my dirge of despair
into the world, and my family immediately told me to shut up. I was
really peeved off as I would have to resort to do things that weren't
based one electronics in order to preserve my sanity from the darkness
Dirge is such a good word. I love it.
So since we couldn't cook anything that morning, we ate something weird that day. I don't exactly know what it was I ate, but I do remember it being weird... OH YEA it was cold rice with water that I ate that morning. Cold rice tastes pretty bad, and eating it cereal style by putting water in it doesn't help at all. So my morning was getting just worse and worse that day. I was being forced to talk to my family since I wasn't gonna study or anything (haha). At that moment, my neighbor came out of her house in order to clean up the branch that had fallen during the storm.
My mom basically forced me and my dad to go outside and help her clean up the mess. I was extremely tired at that point, but I reluctantly pushed myself into going outside( which was like 100 degrees btw ), so we helped out neighbor clean up that big ol' branch and talked with her about the power outage. To my great fury, my neighbor told me that it might take a full 7 days before the our houses would be reconnected with the power supply. SEVEN DAYS WITHOUT INTERNET AND POWER SUPPLY?
Around the ninth hour, JC shouted in a loud voice, saying, "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?" (That's a reference to the Bible btw. I learned it from an anime. Matthew 27:46. I personally don't have a religion, but being a great man that I am, I feel like its a duty to somewhat learn the Bible, as it has great influence over Western literature. Anyway, back to my crappy story. Sorry if it ain't humorous. Truth be told, I'm just alone in my house right now, and have ran out of animes that I want to watch.)
| No, not that kind of 'fallen'. |
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| How can I survive 7 days without anime, manga, and video games? |
I don't even know what I didn't that day from that moment on. I guess I just blacked out from the trauma. The sheer sense of abandonment that I felt at that moment drove me to madness I think. Anyway, the time I regained consciousness was about 4 o'clock. At that moment, my dad loudly proclaimed that he couldn't take it anymore and we had to go out somewhere in order to avoid the heat. I readily agreed, and got on the car along with the rest of my family. AT LAST, SWEET AC I thought as I turned the AC on the car to the max. We quickly drove to McDonalds and ate something there, and for a while, we just stayed there. After cooling ourselves off, we went home and returned to the abyss. It's not a very exciting tale is it? Yea, I know. This tale of power outage wasn't very exciting for me either. That's why it was such a terrible ordeal for me. I hate being bored as almost as much as I hate being tortured. Not a very good comparison I realize, but the point I'm trying to make is that I hate being bored. UGH WHY AM I WRITING ABOUT BEING BORED? Actually, why am I writing to myself? Good god, I have gone insane by recalling the power outage trauma! Quickly, I must amuse myself! I'll watch some shitty anime. brb.
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| Intermission. |
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| It's a series of tubes!
~Stay entertained!
JC
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As someone who was physically, spiritually, emotionally, mentally, sexually, virtually, aurally, and financially affected by this power outage, it is heartening and warming to read the testimonial of someone else impacted.
ReplyDeleteI myself dealt with an existential crisis that spanned the length of when the storm started to about 16-18 hours after the power in my home had returned, for a grand total of 20-22 hours.
I was waiting for my home to be ransacked, lying on my couch listening to Pink Floyd and trying to fully fathom the meaninglessness of my life and existence when I heard a series of beeps and clicks around the house. Power. Salvation, but was it truly enough? Was it truly the salve I needed to mend this deep, deep wound in my heart?
It was then I abandoned my home (and clothes), ran away for 2 hours, cried in the forest while furiously flailing my limbs around to the sounds of nature, and returned a refreshed man who gained the wisdom of a life without power.