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The computer made me cry

I knew it would happen; the threatening tears, the foul mouthed words. It is the annoyance and lack of patience I have with technology. In trying to copy and paste and arrange whatever the hell a widget is in order to post my two recent award nominations, I could feel it happening again, the familiar hair-pulling frustration. I accept the world of computers, and use mine for quite a few things, but anything too advanced makes me want to scream! And yes, at times the seemingly basic steps of copying and pasting are too advanced. I have always been slow to accept technology; my children who graduated from high school in 2003 and 2005 never had a home computer to use – we were a bit slow to jump into that world. And imagine that, they graduated, both in the top half of their classes! Cell phones were also a bitter issue, with neither child having one until they were out of high school and on their own. And once more, they managed to make it through high school with a social life intact. I haven’t owned a television for two years now, so I am out of the loop of all that, what with Tivo and DVR or whatever the letters are supposed to be. My cell phone is designed to only make calls and receive calls; I do not know how to text and I do not want to learn either. I went back to college last year for awhile, and I thanked God for all the tutors there when it came time to write my first paper, in which writing actually meant composing it on the computer. I recall the first time I went for help with a paper, I didn’t even know how to double space! I have come quite a ways in writing on the computer. But the funny, and somewhat ironic thing is, I have always had a secret desire to be a recording engineer – talk about dealing with technology! But in that case, my love affair with music seems to override any fears or doubts I have about my capabilities. In the land of music, I feel like I can do it all! I would like to share a poem I wrote, after observing some of my fellow classmates in my sociology class. We had met at a coffee shop to work on a project, with me being a good 30+ years older than all of them. And as we sat at the table working on our project, I had to laugh as each one could not let their cell phone out of their sight for more than a few minutes- and I went home and wrote this poem….

Security Blankets


You see them everywhere

The plastic rectangles

Different sizes

Different colors

Attached to a hand

Always close by

Never out of sight

I must have you near me!

What if I fail to hear you?

Or see your face light up?

With a message for me!

From the others

Security blankets for a new generation

Comfort and reassurance

Wrapped in the blanket of technology

Comments on: "The computer made me cry" (2)

  1. Wonderful poem and your note made me want to jump in and help you out! This took me awhile, too, so don’t feel bad, and if you don’t figure out, it’s really okay. You can always post about receiving the award and simply be honest about not getting the technical part. You can nominate others in your own way, whatever works for you. This is only my opinion in trying to make you feel better! By the way, I’m not so sure the progression of technology is a good thing for our world, planet and younger generations. Time will tell~ 🙂

  2. Thanks for all your help and support – I’ll keep your suggestions in mind. I think some technology is good, but I think that we get too wrapped up in it at times, especially the younger generation – just my take on things. In the meantime, I learn to adapt!

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