I can remember the exact moment when I finally snapped. I was at Burger King and the ‘server’ was taking my order while sending a text on her phone. Safe to say I did not get what I ordered.
The anger had built up inside me like a volcano. By the time I reached home I was ready to explode. No one talked to each other anymore, actually sat down and talked. I couldn’t go 5 minutes without my phone telling me what to wear, or some other criticism to add to the mounting insecurities of my fragile life.
I worked on developing the phone application for five months, it was surprisingly easy. I typed in the numbers 1973 and I was here… okay there is more sexism, flares and bad underwear, but people are still astounded by a remote control on a wire and I am calm once more.