I have a difficult time with computer reformatting–that is a fact. Over the past few years, I’ve had to reformat several computers and deal with the loss of nearly all of my data. Over and over and over again. I used to bitch about it a lot in my diary since it was such a yearly thing back in high school, and I had counted myself as lucky for lasting this long with my laptop.
But, all things come to an end, don’t they?
One very malicious virus from one not so official site. I keep thinking, “If I hadn’t gone onto that website, if I hadn’t clicked on the allow button for what I thought was my virus-protection, if I had backed up all of my things beforehand…” But there’s only so much you can do with ‘what if’s. After a while, they stop mattering, and you have to see if you learned something from the situation.
I was reading about astronomy. Astronomy! When the website forced a pop up that was suddenly taken down by an ‘Allow Disallow’ kind of prompt. Seeing the pop up as Vista Total Security, I thought that it was the virus protection automatically installed on my computer and pressed allow. What a stupid thing to do. Vista Total Security, my friends, is actually a malware virus. At first, it tricks you into believing it’s automatic virus protection, but after a few hours of constant warnings and pop ups from it telling you that your computer is infected, you begin to wonder if maybe Vista Total Security is the virus. Well, it was. And I immediately started backing up my files on my new external hard-drive. Good thing I did, too, since my entire computer wasn’t working after five hours.
I called Marshall for some help with it, and he ended up recommending that I reformat the system by installing Windows 7, which I had happened to keep up here in case I wanted to switch over. So, for several hours last night, I made the switch and then uploaded all of my previous information back onto my laptop.
Except some of it was missing.
Most of it being music.
Three fifths of my music.
Now, I’m the type of girl who collects music and takes it pretty damn seriously. I organise it into wonderful playlists and care deeply about my connection to certain music. So, seeing that 3000 of my songs were missing was a bit of a shock this morning. I just stood there in front of my computer wondering how my iTunes could only have saved what was uploaded by CD rather than both CD and flash-drive. I felt foolish for not checking beforehand that everything had been saved. And I felt betrayed. It should have copied, and even if I had known when I was transferring everything, there wouldn’t have been enough time to save everything before the virus took over. It all came down to electronic betrayal, and I couldn’t help but feel frazzled.
But not too terribly upset.
Sure, the what-if’s have been soaring, and I certainly wish that I hadn’t lost so much, but I know that I can get much of it back. I have so many CDs in my truck from my previous computers, so that’s a start. My friends have offered me up their classical music to replace my Chopin, Vivaldi, and Tchaikovsky, and I’m confident that things can be right.
I realised today at lunch that, had this happened back in high school, I probably would have cried. Actually, I know that I would have cried for at least a day because, when I did originally lose all of my music (even though it was only 400 songs at the time), I cried for days. But I keep thinking about the situation now and how it really doesn’t matter. I’ll get it back. Everything I actually cared about will be back in my music library, and the world will move on, and I’m still alive, and my photos are all intact, and things are actually pretty damn okay.
Being positive in light of miniature disasters mean the difference between being able to handle the stress and completely shutting down, and I’m willing to start taking the stress on as direct challenges. You delete my music? I get it back. Easy as that.
So, here begins the epic repairing of my music library.