Electric Youth
I think I am one of those people whose natural energy works adversely when working with electronics. Or simply touching them. Or just glancing at them. Electronics suddenly stop working properly around me. I have the hardest time with remote controls, stereos (both car and home), laptops (both mine and Linsey’s, although I did not break her Vaio and don’t believe her if she tries to tell you differently), and kitchen appliances. The weirdest thing that happened was when the stereo’s volume control would turn itself down from ten to zero without me even holding the remote, not just once but several times on different days. This curse has migrated to non-electronics, like the other day when I opened a filing cabinet door and it wouldn’t close again no matter how hard I kicked it.
It would be nice if I could harness this power and use it for the greater good. I would make Linsey’s alarm clock go off when I’m drowning in the bathtub so she could come give me CPR. I would make the clocks at work speed up so my workday would end faster, then slow down once I got home. I would make all of the computers at work malfunction when certain assholes come in to use the Internet, just to watch them fume in frustration. See, these are all good things I could be doing! So if your TV suddenly starts broadcasting a random radio station while it’s off (yes, this happened to me, too), then you know whose ass to start kissing.
Do you make streetlights turn on or off when you walk under them?
No, but I do make traffic lights turn red whenever my car approaches them, especially on my way home from work.