My family has been asking what to get me for my birthday, all week. And last night, after being so good about sneaking around in the past, I blurted out, "well, if you really wanted to, it's expensive, but you could get me this Mac OS X upgrade."
My mom didn't know what that meant. So I explained, "you know how the Windows operating systems have upgrades, sometimes? Well, this is a Macintosh operating system upgrade, to version 10.5."
My mom said ok, understanding at a basic level. But then the bigger question hit: "do you have a Mac?"
"Mom... I've been a Mac user since 2005. Remember how I talked to you guys back then about this little machine, called the Mini? Well, I went ahead and bought it. I just didn't tell anyone, because I didn't want to get yelled at. This was with some of the last of the money I had while at SMU."
She briefly frowned, then. I wondered if it was because I'd switched, or because I'd concealed the fact since my awakening in college. But then she started talking about another subject, and the matter seemed dropped, at least for the time being.
She wants to see the Mini, and was impressed with the rated power useage, like I thought she might be (we were sitting in her hybrid car at the time), and she definitely didn't disown me, or say I'm going to hell. But I don't know how comfortable she's really going to be with me being a Mac user, yet. It's going to take time. I haven't decided yet whether I should tell my dad, either, or let her bring it up. And I don't know when I'll be ready to mention that the Mini and I are friendly but much more casual these days, as the love of my life is now a Macbook. A black Macbook.
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