Triumph lost, or how i learned to accept the buzz and the spin.

Right off I'll tell you- this is a story of a battle between (wo)man and machine(_wo?)
At fiiiiirst, I could not use an electric toothbrush. It was a control issue, control freak. I wasn't ready to lose control of the movements the brush made inside my mouth. And inside my mouth seemed an awful intimate setting for a loss of control. I was trying to hold still and let the brush spinspinspin against my teeth with almost no jerky arm movements. This was close to impossible. We talked it out and the brush and I came to a compromise. I was still going to "brush" the brush around inside my mouth, but i will also turn the brush on. We could actually do both. This was quite a realization for me.
It was working out fine for a while.
Then during a dramatic, poignant moment the brush went out of control. It toppled out of my hand and onto the floor. I immediately crumbled to the ground. This was completely uncalled for. Fowl behavior from the brush. I wasn't even in the bathroom, not even brushing my teeth at the time. I was simply showing off my toothybrushy to Shelley. She wanted to see it's fantastic green color because it was waaaay better than her pink one. What the hell am i talking about?
So, then it flew out of my hand. I dropped it. and I mourned the falling. The batteries came out, the lifeblood. I said to Shelley "Why do people drop things!?"
There doesn't seem to be a need for this nonsense. She told me the truth. It was startling, she said "you lost control."
There. It was obvious. The brush had triumphed. I lost control and the brush won. brush: one, me: zero.
So i cried and then I dusted off the brush and put it back. The end.

A man. A man. A maaaaan. A man a man a man a man. Sitting. In the cafeteria. Sitting. In the cafeteeeeeeria. A man a man a man. With one huge ear. and one tiny one. Which was fake? which was fake? A man.