I suppose I'm a bit of a Luddite. I've always been among the
last to embrace any part of the onslaught of technological advances.
Back in the day, my dad gave me a coin to play the Pac-Man
arcade in a gas station (wait, did they have those in gas stations?) and I
burned through that little chomper’s multiple lives so decisively I can still
see the look of shocked amusement on my dad’s face. I was never much for video
games after that.
In college in the mid ’90s, the only use I saw for computers
was to type and print my papers. I was aware of an “internet,” but I was foggy
about the point of it. I remember my brother explaining to me that companies
could have a website, and people could look at that website to find out more
about them. But why? I thought it was just a geek thing.
In 2001, in an uncharacteristic splurge to celebrate my post-college
employment, I bought a cellphone and signed up for a plan. In the practical daylight
of the next morning, however, the whole thing felt extravagant and unnecessary.
I took it back.
To this day I don’t own a smart phone. Why pay for that kind
of coverage when I kind of hate communicating with people anyway? I didn’t own
any type of touch-screen device until the last few months, when I was forced to
buy a tablet for my new church calling to teach teenagers in Sunday School. (Dang
kids and their constant phone use, am I right? What’s wrong with a good
old-fashioned manual?)
Know what I like? That because of our writing class, I feel like I really had the chance to get to know you pretty well. And then reading this, such great, funny details about you and technology. And it is completely opposite of me. And I think this is great. Because we are opposite, but I just like you even more. Yay for writing buddies.
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