Goodbye Mr. Jobs

I thought it was a bad joke. I just couldn't believe it.
I had thought that his battle with cancer was over and this news just caught me off guard.
And I'm one of those few people who hated iPhones, refused to buy one, and most of all thought Steve Jobs as an absolute douche. A very charismatic, creative genius, but tad egostistical. (But since arrogance has to be earned, I suppose his attitude is rightfully earned.)

I almost feel like I lost a friend. Well, maybe not a friend, because but someone that was close to me.
Though I had my issues with the iPhone I bought the iPod classic and Mac Pro. I didn't like how he came across as a self-absorbed jerk, but I had to admit that he was ahead of time --and All THE FREAKIN' TIME-- and thought of stuff that no one else had, and probably ever would.

I feel curiously pained. I had felt like this when Heath Ledger died because I grew up watching his movies ("grew up" might be a strong phrase, but still). Similarly Apple products, whether I'm willing to admit it or not, have constituted a big part of my life. The mind behind those things is now gone.

Hope you're in a better place now, Mr. Jobs.

I fear that Mr. Jobs took all his glories with him and Apple will never re-live the Golden Age. I hope my worries are unfounded and Apple is much more than what I perceive it to be.

You see how funny this is; an essentially jobless twenty-something year old single girl worrying about a corporation that's worth multibillion (trillion?).

Anyways.

RIP Steve Jobs. You will be missed.