have I become my worst enemy already?

sitting in a cafe in the 7th district
 on furniture worth more than me
 sipping yogi tea „classic“ edition
 wishing I had remembered to order
 soy milk instead of cow milk
 reading texts on my MacBook
 which is considered „vintage“ 
 at least by Apple’s standards
 watching an old man reading
 his „standard“ instead of 
 wasting time on my own
 but hey, he’s also browsing
 Facebook and Instagram so he’s
 not an forgotten artifact after all
 
to make it worse the battery
 of my vintage computer
 isn’t as good as it used to be