Remember the magic?
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Remember how excited you felt when you left the store and the Apple employees were cheering you and you felt like the king of the world, the coolest guy on the block, because you were first -- not second, not third, but first -- to obtain the precious God Phone? Because you cared enough to wait in line for days? And okay, now you realize the real reason why those Apple employees were cheering for you -- and why they were kind of snickering at you too. Now you're freaking out, thinking some jackass blogger is going to re-use this photo and put some caption on it like this: "Look at me! I'm a moron! I'm an iTard! I paid $600 for this phone and waited in line for days, and now they're practically giving them away!"
Okay. I guess maybe you feel dirty. Like you went out with some hunky frat guy and you slept with him on the first date and then he never called you back. Right? You feel used. You feel stupid. Like you got tricked. Like you're not really that special after all. And now the honeymoon is over and you're realizing that yes, the screen is cool, but the keyboard sucks and the call quality blows and it's really not that good as a phone and the EDGE network is useless and the battery runs out in two hours and AT&T customer service is non-existent and you don't really use it much anymore and you almost feel embarrassed when you take it out in public and so, at the end of the day, what have you got, really? You've got a big heavy object that screams, "Hello world! I'm a pretentious, fad-chasing dipshit!"
