Learning to live with a corpse
You knew it would happen.
Maybe it would be fine?
Maybe it would stay there.
hey, let it stay there.
you’ve got the option to’t deal with losing it now.
Oh god, let it stay there.
c’mon, not now.
But it happened (of course it did!).
And you know what?
It wasn’t the end of the world.
You felt the pressure give out against your wrist, heard a flop, and looked down.
A lump fell out.
A big lump, by your foot.
After the dread of what might happen when it inevitably emerged, it was just there.
You pick the lump up and look at it.
It’s a big lump, no doubt.
Yet you’re surprised by how calm you feel.
It’s not so bad out in the open.
This is what you were so worried about?
It’s not so bad.
This is not perfect, but it’ll work.
You realise you might live with this, for now.
More than that, you think you’re gonna wanna live with this right now.
A sweeping solution is more than you could currently manage.
One day, your mouse will give out.
At that point, do away with at all.
Cast the mousemat away, trash the mouse, and start over.
Rebuild from a clean (and Sheen-fresh) desktop.
Who knows what you’ll use!
Some vertical mouse, maybe?
That could work for you.
A combination of vertical and horizontal mice, even, swapping off as needs must?
You feel it shift beneath the skin again.
You know it’s still there, still loose, still waiting to reemerge.
But if it does, so what?
You understand what it is, now.
You understand the problem.
You have solutions lined up.
And you’re able to cram it back in, if you must.
It’s disgusting, no doubt.
But it’ll be fine, one day.
