Computers were supposed to simplify our lives, to make them better, to give us access to all of this knowledge and to a certain extent, more power over our day to day existence. But I do not see it, I find my computer gobbles up time, and I often wonder what it was that I used to do before computers. About the only benefit that I see is the ability “to feed your mind the news you want in there, and the choice of skipping most of the negative items” at the same time.
That is a plus.
The rest of it is a lot of hooey (Okie technical term). I remember paying extra to get a “math chip” so that I could “crunch all of these mind boggling numbers” that I was never, ever smart enough to find. I have features on this computer here, that I have never accessed, will never use, and to be blunt about it, will not be able to operate until my grandson comes home for Christmas and shows me how.
Totally addicted, I often find myself on my computer several times a day, I keep it close by, almost as if it were a sharpened pencil and this blank page was my fresh note pad. As a matter of fact, I did very little writing when I did not have a computer, this is an offshoot of my first computer, an 80’s model Apple Macintosh. Before I bought that, in order to start up and write a Union Paper entitled the Flynn Flyer, I seldom wrote anything other than a check.
That computer was just one of many. So old that it had only two operating disks, and they took up half of the available memory, just running the machine. Right now, in our home, we have two laptops, three desk model computers. We are computer poor in some ways.
Which begs to ask …. Why?
What do I need with this many computers? Now the networks and television do not hold that type of fascination for me, I can go for literally weeks upon end without the benefit of television. We have made trips and never turned it on for three to four weeks at a time, that is how I regard television, it is there, but it is no big deal. But my computer is a totally another story …“My computer is a data enriched black hole that sucks down time and makes it disappear.”
Hooking up for email, checking the various bus boards that I frequent, looking for some new item for the webpage, well, I just have to have that, I cannot (it seems) live without it. And that is kind of sad, because as we all know, there are more important things in life than email, computers, data sheets and “please pass this on to everyone in your address book.“
So there it is in a nutshell my life that I share with computers. I cannot live with them (a constant source of anxiety and or frustration) and I cannot live without them (my need to be informed over rides the need for privacy). If there is a cure for that, I sure wish someone would clue me in as I seem to he hopelessly addicted.