Hey friends, it's Rosie.
Welcome back to Radio Headspace.
So the other morning, I walked into the office that I share with Tori,
tea in hand, my brain still booting up, and I immediately knew what kind of day it was going to be.
Because Tori was on the floor.
Not like peacefully stretching or doing some kind of mindful morning mobility routine.
No.
He was under his computer desk, half his body wedged between cables and a tower,
going back and forth between the PC like it had personally betrayed him.
There was clicking, there was sighing, there were expletives.
The kind of low muttered frustration that starts as, come on, and gradually turns into, are you kidding me?
All before 8am. Morning pleasantries were exchanged.
And then I said, with the calm confidence of someone who has never had to fight with a printer driver in her life,
why do n't you just get a Mac?
He didn't even look up.
He just sighed, perhaps too much this morning.
But in that moment, I realized, this isn't about computers.
This is relationships.
Because sometimes in relationships, one person is a Mac and the other is a PC.
Hear me out.