I am a Material Boy

The whole world is crammed, packed filled with stuff. We all want more, more and more than we have. Our possessions can come to mean a great deal to us. Me especially. Now I have to tell you that I LOVE my Ipod. LOVE IT. I never thought when I got it that it would become basically my favorite possession. It is an amazing invention (thanks Steve Jobs) Such a great way to have every bit of your music with you all the time. I listen to it in the car, on planes and every night before I go to bed. Until Yesterday. I was going to listen to it while I was in the shower (and no not IN the shower, it was on the counter outside plugged into some speakers) when it all of the sudded just freaked out. It started making this whirring noise and constantly resetting itself. Well at this point I am beginning to FREAK out. You see none of my music, all 2631 songs are backed up anywhere anymore (we'll get to this later). I spent the next 45 minutes doing everything I could possibly think to do and it just got worse. It wouldn't turn off and continued to reset itself. I checked apple.com and got some really crappy news. Everytime it reset itself an icon of a folder with an exclamation mark would appear. Just FYI, that is a BAD thing. Apparently this means that the Ipod hard drive has crashed and all of the information on it i.e. all 2631 songs are GONE. Yes GONE. Let me tell you something. I have not been that mad in a LONG time. It took everything I had to not take a hammer to my once beloved Ipod. Now I can apparently take it to the Apple store in San Antonio but that's not going to happen.
Now back to the 2631 songs not being backed up anywhere. And referencing my previous post about anger. I am fairly pissed at the world right now. I kind of imagined waking up this morning and still being a bit upset but being over it for the most part. Nope. Not one bit. I think I am madder today if that is possible. I had asked my mother a few weeks ago if I could put my music onto her computer solely to prevent something crazy like this from happening. But as you can tell that did not happen. And, since the Apple store is on the north side of San Antonio I am not going to be able to take it for the forseeable future. So I now own a $200 paperweight that makes me want to scream everytime I look at it. Now I can see both sides of this whole situation and they both make sense. On one hand, it is her computer and she can absolutely say what she does and doesn't want on it. I have no job and no money to pay for gas so getting to the Apple store really isn't a priority at the moment. Completely reasonable. On the other hand, what was the big deal in just putting the music there? It wasn't going to hurt ANYTHING. And it is a priority to me. What if the Apple store could somehow retrieve the music? How will I know if I can't take it. And my music is hugely important to me regardless of the financial situation.
So here I am. My music is gone. The funny thing is that at random moments I realize another song or CD that I no longer have. It is a TERRIBLE feeling. Terrible. There were songs there that meant a great deal to me. Songs that I listened to on almost a daily basis. They helped change my attitude and put a smile on my face. There were over 1000 barbershop songs there. I don't need to reiterate what those meant to me. Now I know that the Ipod is just an object. I know this. But it meant so much to me. It was my release. Instant access to the one thing in this world that makes me truly happy. Now I don't have it. Yesterday morning, if I had felt this way, i could have popped on my headphones and pulled up Matt White Band or maybe Barenaked Ladies. Something guaranteed to start to pull me out of this foul mood. Not anymore. Now I have to find something else and to tell you the truth, right now I don't want to. I want to be mad. Mad at the world and anyone else who cares to talk to me. What a ridiculous way to feel about a possession. But right now I just don't care.