Hitachi: RIP

Seriously, this isn’t cool.  My vibrator broke, ahem, mid session.  So rude.  Strange feelings arose from this incident, reminiscent of the feeling of men letting me down in my life.  In the middle of something that felt really good, the momentum just stopped.

Rather than figure out what the problem may be, I decided to go shopping for a new one.  I didn’t event try to see if a cord was frayed or if the plug just came out of its socket. My immediate solution was REPLACE IMMEDIATELY.  There are some new models out there that are really interesting.  Some have interesting features, like a vibrating rhythm that connects to my iPod that mimics the music I’m playing (this is the front runner). Others look like they should be part of the industrial design collection at MoMA.  Most of the models under consideration seem way better than what I have, however at a very high price.  Spiritual perspective that I have about all things large and small in my life, I’m sure this isn’t just about the vibrator.

My pattern in dissatisfying jobs, friendships, and men is to replace immediately, without consideration for what might be worth salvaging.  I abandon, I flee, I shut down.  I blame it on lack of time… no time to reflect, to mend, to consider the other player in a dynamic that feels broken.

With this reflection in mind, I’m going to give my Hitachi another chance and see if I just over-heated her.  She’s been with me for a long time, over ten years, which is a long time for any appliance.  And maybe I’ll stick to my man for a while too.  Sometimes he’s not plugged in, sometimes his cords are frayed, but I think I’m going to give him some time too.  On the whole, he’s been a really good companion and he hits the spot on the reg.  He also knows how important my Hitachi is to me.  When I told him about it, he replied: "OMG, worse than the Holocaust." He gets me, so he gets me.