My Pet Peeve

It's MINE! ALL MINE!!!!! MUAHAHAHA!!!!!

My number one, absolute WORST pet peeve, is when I have to use someone else's keyboard. Oh dear lord, I hate having to use anything but my wonderfully sleek, delicate laptop keyboard, with it's flat, broad, sensitive keys, and it's awesome shortcut keys, allowing me to access a calculator, or my email, at my leisure. I absolutely despise having to use this awful, irritating, inelegant afterthought of a school keyboard. Seriously, these keys are like bricks! How am I supposed to ply my craft on these small, thick, oafish keys? Every single key requires waaaayyyy too much pressure to depress, making me repress my desire to impress upon our academic congress that the stress of typing is made even more, not less, by letters lost due to my typing-by-caress, and that anyone who would detest or contest the reasoning for this depression is going to get very, very messed up. Basically, I guess I love my laptop's keyboard, and any and all others are "off", in a manner of speaking. And yes, I know talking about my keyboard in the way that I have is a little bit weird, even creepy, but you must understand, typing is a wonderfully tactile experience for me. Every keystroke, every "click" and "clack" of the keys, every small drop as the little rubber bubble under the key gives way    I love every single bit of it, and I very easily get used to it. That's why I love to hunt-and-peck and click and clack and tap on my keyboard, and no others.

My keyboard, on my laptop, feels like home.