I did. Success went right straight to my head; I was drunk on power and competence. It was both life enhancing and unfamiliar. You see, I’ve tilted at more than my share of windmills, billions of them, I’d just never won before.
I’d get a good head of steam going over some wrong or other, saddle up my high horse, and ride headlong into battle against big, powerful forces: the cable company, the government, winter, anything I consider domineering. It’s a knee-jerk reaction, I can’t help it. As a result, I’ve wasted a huge chunk of my life tilting at windmills. I tilt, they squash, I slink away. Then, bang, I run into another unfairness and the pattern starts all over again. Tilt, kabong, slink; tilt, kabong, slink — the story of my life.
It’s a hobby, I guess.
My clash with Adobe, the software tyrants, was no different. I’d decided to field test InDesign, their page layout program, on a trial basis. I was offered three choices:
→a 12-month single application subscription for $239.88/yr. — prepaid
→a 12-month single application subscription for $20.99/yr. — paid monthly
→a single application plan for 31.49 per month
I went with the one-month option; commitments make me anxious. Long story short, they insisted it was an annual subscription. So I saddled up and I tilted pell-mell, I tilted like a crazy person, bobbing and weaving and jabbing. And, get this, I won. It was so, so absolutely wonderful to finally emerge as a victor. I felt like Super Girl and Wonder Woman rolled into one.
So, giddy with power and nursing a long-simmering grievance against Verizon and their deceptive practices, I headed right back into battle. Spoiler alert: I lost and I lost big, bridges were burned. The flames lit up the sky for miles, they could be seen from space. In a towering huff, I canceled my account and now I have to pony up a fat wad of money I don’t have for my 3-month old iPhone. But I showed them. I showed them all the way to the poor house.
This feeling, this sense of failure and regret, is one I’m well-acquainted with. Oy, I’ll never learn.
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