February 17, 2020

The Humor Of A Bad Boot Sector

 “Laughter rises out of tragedy and rewards you for your courage.’~ Erma Bombeck

The Brain Is Like A Hard Disk In Many Ways

If you’ve ever had a hard disk infected with malware, you know that sometimes a harsh cleaning process is necessary to remediate the problem. That is, if you wish to keep the drive.

You also know that the cleaning process can result in fragmented and corrupt files as a result of all those reboots.

My mind was such a hard drive.

My operating system had a fatal error in that I truly believed that I had been married to a human being for 29 years.

Then suddenly everything crashed around me as I discovered the ugly truth that my husband had merely been an alien life form with an artificial 98.6 body temp.

I recall the vagaries of the day he left, but I’m glad to say that most of the seriously painful memories have been overwritten with data fragments from another file—resulting in a strange permanent sticky note.

It’s a bit bizarre, yet an interesting phenomenon nonetheless.

A New Take On Swap Files

Today, when my mind makes a database call for the memory of Casper my ghosting ex, a scene from a movie in the Netflix file folder loads into RAM instead.

Don’t ask me why. I have no idea.

All I know us that something scrambled those two files and now my darling is forever etched in my memory as Forest Gump, not Casper.

If stop and try really hard to think like a machine is digital logic, I guess I can see how my mental machinery might have made this file association/connection.

You see, like Forrest Gump, my runaway ex also appeared dazed and confused. He looked as if he had no idea what he was running from, or what he was running to.

Bless his heart [as they say in The South], my Little Runaway just looked simple.

He was panicked and in frenetic motion. And like Forrest Gump, he looked as if all he knew was that he needed to run.

How long and how far? one might ask. I suppose the answer in his mind was ‘as far as I have to’ and/or ‘until’.

Well, Bless His Heart Papaw Said

Many times I chuckle about this when he comes to my mind, often audibly muttering the words: “Run Forest Run!”


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