Windows To My Soul
Anxiety, uneasiness, disquietude…
It’s been sixteen days now. The little white icon in the notification area sits silently and statically waves for my attention the whole day. I click on it every half an hour or so in the hope it’ll deliver me some good news. “OK, notify me when ready” is always the only option, and I admit I dumbly click on it every time.
Since the zero dark hour of the 27th day of July 2015, I’ve been waiting impatiently for my Windows 10.
It’s just a new OS, I know. And, it being the Windows OS, this necessary evil we’ve all been dealing with since 1990, there shouldn’t be any reason for excitement. All they do in an update is fix whatever was wrong with the previous version and give us new things to complain about. Or just mess with it completely. If I’d had to pay for it I would have gladly waited for when it’s time to get a new computer.
But the Windows 10 update is free — a shiny, major new piece of software whose acquisition demands no further monetary investment.
Sure, I could have signed up for their beta testing program. What kind of self-proclaimed early adopter does not beta-test something this big? For about a year now there have been reviews slamming their new folder management system. But then again it wouldn’t have felt like acquiring a full finished product — and that’s the whole point.
Part of the satisfaction one gets from using the latest technological improvements comes from the realisation that human beings are able to create incredible things. The other part is directly related to the price one pays for it. The new Windows 10, as stated above, is completely free for the vast majority of users.
It won’t matter if it’s terrible or just bad. The fact that I can be dissatisfied with something I didn’t pay for is priceless. It’s like judging someone I have no intention (or possibility) to interact with: since no effort was made in order to make the acquaintance, there’s no room for the sentiment of being judged back. And in this scenario the Windows 10 is like the humanitarian supermodel-slash-scientist everyone will try and find reasons to hate.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go check if anything’s coming my way.
