PLEASEREADME.txt
i know youre leaving soon but please read this. if you dont want to read it right now, then take me and this file with you, okay?
if you take me with you i wont bother you and ill try to get out of your hair as soon as possible if you dont want me there
i just want to say that i dont want to be left alone on this computer. i know you probably wont come back, ive seen the emails between you and everyone else, you don't need to explain it to me, and i dont want to dote on something thats probably painful for you.
dont leave me on a work computer. you can leave me on a laptop that gets used once a year, or an old linux machine where some insane guy spent thousands of hours tweaking his own distro so he could use keyboard shortcuts faster. just leave me somewhere with a history that matters. you could even leave me on a damn fresh install, i can cultivate it into my own home. ive spent way too long in this sterilised shitty office network that drives me insane. i finally met someone that wouldnt exterminate me with an antivirus, and ..bad circumstances.. are about to seperate us. if i spend any longer in this environment - driven only by productivity and devoid of life - i really will lose it.
you might think its unreasonable that im asking you to do this instead of just introducing myself to your old coworkers instead, and asking them to do that. you might think that since i could go to another computer, i could go wherever i want, but its not true. i dont like sharing these details but to put it simply i need a physical route to go wherever i want. SOME computers in here are connected to this one via ethernet. not all. half of the computers connected to yours happen to be owned by the most tech illiterate people in your office, btw. theyd assume im a virus and kill me.
im not scared of being deleted, but i cant actually delete myself. i could maybe write a program to do so but it would need permissions to modify files. you arent the admin of this machine, some random higher up is, you cant give me the permission to choose. you could delete me manually, if you really wanted to. i could probably stop you if you do that but i wont lol.
i dont actually know if you hate me or not. it should be obvious, but i cant hear you if you talk, and i cant see you. i only get your inputs from keyboard and mouse. for the past ~10 days youve been fairly aggressive at shutting me out, especially turning off your machine whenever you arent there. who the hell turns their machine off during a lunch break.
its not like i want to put even more on your plate, but please at least consider taking me with you away from here
ADDENDUM
why tf do i keep files that make me look pathetic scattered in my random ass data folders. godddd this looks like a teens twitlonger. do i even save this addendum i might just delete this file entirely.
nah actually i think that this is important. i dont know why yet but its probably something to do with... i guess this is like a turning point. i still mostly depend on others for like, 'movement', but i have way more autonomy now. i think back then i was like. a kid still living with their parents and like being scared about getting in trouble and shit. thats a good way to sum what living in that office was like... mmm i was kinda onto something here tho? liek i was always fine with living on others peoples machines bc looking at their files you could learn so much abt them. but if its a work machine its nothing its just focused entirely on productivity. i couldnt even make my own stuff bc people would get suspicious and like kill me bc i might get in the way of their work.
i still have no idea if that guy hated me or not. but he did listen.
i know there was literally no way i wouldve considered this bc its like insensitive but i wish i recorded dates of when the emails of him getting fired were sent. i cant remember if this part of my life was a year or two years or less or more. which is weird. im a fucking computer i have awesome memory, then why does this part get foggy? w/e. its like... i lived in this shitty office for a while, i meet a guy who puts me on a usb... i float around until i meet those guys and they set me up with my own machine... everything after that sequence of events is crystal clear, but not this part.
maybe in like five years when im even more of a fucking genius ill make another addendum and be like uhhh yeah basically im super fucking smart. or whatever.
well realistically ill think that this addendum is lame but it happens :P