There is nothing more crippling to my creativity than when the wifi fails me, which is, on average, at least every other time I use the computer. Many a time I have lost drafts of things I have written because I have trusted WordPress (a blog site) to house my documents I’ve written, but then the wifi goes down and my posts are lost in the black hole that is the Internet.
I’m not going to lie to you and tell you that every time I lose a post I come back with a hunger and write am determined to write a new, better, faster, stronger piece; no six million dollar blog post story here. More likely than not, I get very angry at the world, think about throwing my computer at things, settle for writing a blog post that doesn’t have nearly the energy as the first one, then seek out an uninhabited corner to sulk in. There’s just something about having everything you just worked on torn down in an instant that is infinitely depressing, but you know what? It certainly doesn’t have to be. Stay with me as I resolve the discordant notes in this post, I promise I’ll end on a much less ‘cut your wrists’ note.
The depression and anger only come because you allow them; they are not unavoidable by any means. As exhibited in my own life by the rare moments when I have a post stolen from me right as I’m trying to post it, and instead of pitching a fit, I have the energy to say, “you know what, no. I’m going to come back and write this piece better than I did the first time, damn it”, and I do. Those moments of human triumph are rare but enlightening. There is a perverted beauty in witnessing a human who is shat on by the world shrug the excrement off, hold up their middle finger to the world, and push on with a vengeance. The ultimate beauty in the world’s shit: every human being is capable of overcoming it if they so decide to.
While I wish the wifi would never fail, I can appreciate how it challenges me as a writer and human being. Quite obviously I have extended the purpose of this post to much more than just my unfortunate experience with Clemson wifi, so I feel obligated to include a hackneyed but true cliché about humanity: everyone has the ability to tap into the boundless reservoir of the human spirit, and once you do, you’ll be surprised at what you can overcome.
Because that was actually much more cliché than I was anticipating: the next time the world shits on you, hold your middle finger up, and push on.