Death of an Ipod

My Ipod is dead. It died quietly; without any warning and from what I can tell in its sleep while not in use.

Now, had this been my vacuum cleaner, my hair dryer, or even my curling iron, I would not have a care in the world; as I’m not exactly good to these items. I have bumped them, dropped them and don’t exactly take care of them as I should. However, this Ipod has a life of luxury. It had its own case, its own resting place in the evenings and I always wrapped it up when I took it outside in the cold or heat. I never once abused it, dropped it or even scratched it. I never even let anyone borrow it!

It just died. The hard drive stopped spinning and I got a man with a “mad face” on the screen, which Jacob proceeded to tell me was very bad. Of course my warranty has expired and I have to now purchase a new one. Not that I’m complaining, as I can upgrade to one that I can watch videos, but it’s just that it died for no reason.

I’m wondering if it committed suicide. Maybe it hated the music I played? I had almost 3,000 songs, but maybe it was just so over my song choices it couldn’t take it anymore! Is my taste in music so awful that it just had to die to stop playing it? I will rethink this when I purchase my new one and begin to download all my music.

Today is a sad day, as I loved my Ipod very much and I hate to lose it. It has gotten me through many moments; some sad, some happy, some full or energy and some just because I needed to hear that perfect song.

I will mourn for my Ipod (only of course until I get my new one!)