I Was Waiting for One Comment So today I opened my laptop. Not normally. Obviously. I unscrewed it, removed things, exposed its entire internal life and started taking photographs like I was documenting a crime scene. Then I sent those photos to her. And waited. Not for help. Not for advice. Not even for concern. I was waiting for one comment. Just one. “Oh my baby, you are so talented.” That's all. I had just opened a laptop that probably cost more than my emotional stability. There were screws everywhere, wires everywhere, tiny mysterious components whose names I didn't know, and I was sitting there with a screwdriver looking like a surgeon who had skipped medical school. Surely she would see the photographs and think, “My God... what a man.” Nothing. Not a word. And honestly, I was disappointed. Because what is the point of having a relationship if I can't dismantle expensive electronics and receive unconditional admiration? I didn't need a technician. I needed appreciation. I wanted her to look at that motherboard and forget that it's a motherboard. I wanted her to look at those screws and see potential. I wanted her to look at me and think, “That's my baby. He has absolutely no idea what he's doing, but look at that confidence.” Instead, silence. Meanwhile, I'm sitting beside a half disassembled laptop wondering whether I'm repairing it or simply giving it a more adventurous life. At one point I had so many screws lying around that even I wasn't sure which ones belonged to the laptop anymore. But I continued. Because that's what talented people do. They make questionable decisions with confidence. And honestly, I don't think I was asking for too much. If your man opens an entire laptop, exposes its organs, takes pictures of everything and sends them to you... you don't need to understand electronics. You just need to say: “Oh my baby, you're so talented.” And apparently, even after everything we've been through my talent remained unappreciated...
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