Have you ever looked into buying a keyswitch tester? I did do that about 3 months before I bought a keyboard, and every day I would make time to try and click every single one over 25 times.(100 total clicks between all the switches) I would record myself, doing this with my phones camera, and I would close my eyes and try to guess the switch. I'd try to trick my future self. Soon, I became a pro at figuring it out. Even could guess between the reds and the blacks quite consistently (although obviously that can be a little tough)
As I grew closer and closer to the switches, I knew there was only one choice. It was the switch that I was excited to hear. But to delve into that region of my brain, now that wasn't an easy task.
I started waking up, and clicking more keys. At this point, I had purchased 2 more keyswitch testers in order to put them around my house. One on the dash, one on my desk, and one under the dining room table. I was averaging roughly 100-200 clicks per switch a day at this point.
Fast forward about 50 days.
I started to break those damn testers with my knife. I would find every single one of them, and rip off the mx black with anger and hatred. It brought me so much joy to see the little spring shoot out of it, and I had over 30 of these testers taped to various parts of my walls and counters. Things like my coffee maker and my cars dashboard were no match for my anger. My blood boiled as I smacked each switch. Like crack I wanted to just hit every switch until I wanted to throw up. there was a little bit of pleasure in every click, right before you bottom out. I wanted every drop of that sweetness. I did everything I could to get it.
I found myself in my room at night, with a pile of keycaps, soaked in urine and blood. My knife lay in my palm, guilty of doling out all the anger I had built in myself. The one key that went before all the others made me feel pathetic. it was stubborn, unwilling and emotionless. I fought it with all my might. Ironically, it was soaked with my crimson blood.
Red. Unlike the previous keycap, this seemed comfortable laying in my blood. We all know, it always had. it was so forgiving, it gave not a damn about whether or not you slapped her, or lightly caressed. It always did as it was told. Without a word. Not a statement. Never approving or disapproving you. It simply just obliged silently. I could not stand. It was slain with blithe. Why were you so cold and easy?
Thirdly, I lain my blade on the loud. Constant approval it gave. Never any constructiveness, just angry, psychotic approval. Like a dog, it gave its attention and affection only to be stroked, never angered or upset by your actions. Though never could I make it whimper or upset, she just laughed and smiled. Methodically. I didn't want love to be given to me, I wanted to fight to keep it, I wanted to steal it away.
my love was to be shared. I wanted to find her to be curious, happy, and to explore each others hearts.
Three gorgeous women destroyed me, and one was left to heal me.
TL;DR I like browns.
