During World War II, the concept of a gremlin became popularized. A myth of an entity that gummed up the electronics of airplanes may have originated with aviators from the Royal Air Force. I remember the gremlin from Bugs Bunny from my childhood always destroying engines in airplanes and plans. I think that I have my own gremlin in my computer
source: Wikipedia. The Good Luck Gremlin Mascot 1942-1945 from the 482 Bomb Group.
I can be very impulsive. Prior to email, I might have written a letter in a rage and (as I have heard that Abraham Lincoln did) put it in a drawer not to be delivered until I was in a better state of mind. In the old days, a phone call would have ensured that a real two way conversation could be had with a resolution between the victim of my rage and me. However, the internet has imposed no waiting time for my emotions -the time for initial anger and hurt to dull and become obsolete. I can now express my full fury ASAP via email. Thank god I have a gremlin in my computer.
On occasion, I have noticed that I just can’t seem to send something. It is really odd. There is some major electronic glitch that won’t allow questionable emails to be sent. For instance, I was messaging a man on my Facebook, who was making a move on me last month. On impulse, I just thought that I would tell him that my psychic friend, Wendy, could tell from his picture that he beat prostitutes for fun and was very dangerous. My gremlin simply would not allow me to send that message. I tried two times and Wendy’s psychic insight just couldn’t be delivered. Instead, I rewrote something about needing to go to bed and read a bedtime story to my son. That message went through with no problem. I’m not sure what my gremlin was telling me here…but perhaps the ‘friend’ might have killed me if he knew that Wendy and I were psychically able to penetrate his sick mind. It was easier just to unfriend him from my Facebook in the end.
I also have a gremlin in my car. My electronic locks just stopped working. The mechanic couldn’t find it. The locks worked for them. I had just finished reading Judith Orloff’s, Emotional Freedom which suggested that electrical problems were a reflection of the psychic energy of the people around the machines. I was going through a personal crisis. I suggested to my mechanic that they try again, but this time, they needed to get their most broken, pathetic and preferably divorced repairman on the job. Sure enough, they were able to diagnose it. It was a faulty computer chip that could be replaced for $1,500. They suggested that I not repair it, since my car was so old. I drove with no locks for six months. Then, when my attitude changed about life, my locks started working again.
I now know that if my emails don’t send or if any electronics in the house are acting strange, I just need to listen and watch closely for a message that my gremlin might be trying to tell me. Usually the answer is obvious. After serious reflection, if there is still any doubt, I call the electrician.
(my son just bought this yesterday)
This is a repost from 2010