Keyboard Comedown

There I was. Flat on my stomach, underneath my desk, poking a cable tie with a cylinder of sellotaple applied to the head as I went fishing through the floorboards of my spare bedroom. How did this come to pass I hear you ask? Well I was doing some tinkering on my keyboard and a piece fell off my desk and through the crack of my wood panelling. Lord I felt like a lemon holding my breath and praying that the sellotaple didn't get too dusty as I flossed the floorboards. I felt so dumb that I actually had a bit of an epiphany moment. Why they hell have I spent so much of my life thinking about this damn keyboard? It actually made me quite depressed, when you make an aspirational purchase and it doesn't immediately spark joy and you end up deep in forums and YouTube videos reading about how to fix aspects of it then you know something is wrong. I felt like I was buying into this dream of becoming a better writer because I had a nicer keyboard - one that looked and felt a bit like a typewriter. But that simply isn't the case, every time I press a key I get a weird vibe - a far cry from the confidence it's meant to inspire. In truth it just makes me a bit sad to think about it at the moment.