All The Rest

I have to say, I am usually the last one on board for anything new and fashionable, if I get on board at all. I’m not sure if it has, all along, been because I knew intrinsically that I was just not ever going to be cool enough for any of it to matter so I might as well go ahead and be my ugly duckling self.

My hair has always been rather scraggly, behaving differently with every waking morning — and there was never enough of it to be put into a bun warmer, (that should expose my age), or for one of those leather things with a stick to stay in place so that a long, thick mass could slip down my back as a 60s ponytail.

My first car was a Chevy II and it was like driving a box — but I loved it! The freedom was intoxicating — it mattered not what form the freedom took. It had wheels and moved along any road and took me on countless new adventures — most of which were no more than fifteen miles from home and didn’t require a seat belt. Up to then the freedom took the form of a two wheeled, multi-geared bicycle. That freedom was intoxicating too.

I think I was the last of my peers to get a personal computer and I had a guy I worked with build it for me for $1200 because I didn’t know any better and he seemed like an expert at the time. I had no idea what I might do with it. I had absoposolutely NO interest in the gaming everyone was hyper-excited about and discussing in every corner of our workplace under threat of management tagging them for slothing

Typing was the goal, and to be able to type without needing Whiteout, (another age indicator) and be able to edit and store what was typed. My aunt had been traveling to visit us with her word processor claiming that she couldn’t live without it. I watched her use it and was in awe and knew that it was a bucket-list-worthy endeavor to have one.

After imagining having one for years, all of a sudden the personal computer showed up with a similar function but with so much more, it was said. What could be done with more wasn’t very clear, but I had that guy build me one. It was probably two years later before any real effort was made to get on the darned thing and try to make it work.

Of course, by then, it was already nearly obsolete.

I played with it from time to time and only got frustrated. Finally a boyfriend who had a friend who was a genius with the things came over to show me what to do. That friend of my boyfriend got on it and was all over the place clicking this and that and saying “Do this, and do that,” all the while re-configuring wasted elements and me not understanding a thing about it other than that possibly that was what I needed to do — just get on the thing and play around.

Sure enough, before long, I was enough of a pro to try to type a thing or two and find my way around. Next came publisher and power point. Some awesome things were made that nobody ever saw — but there was that dopamine fix of the mastery of a task.

Next I realized that that awful machine was nothing but a set of problems to get on top of, day after wasted day.

I think I only bothered to get internet so that my stock portfolio could be managed!

Of course, like everyone, eventually I was on Facebook and Etsy and YouTube. I never cottoned to Instagram and only was able to bother with Twitter long enough to realize that there were just too many voices screaming and saying next to nothing. There was an addiction to Pinterest for a spell — but, before long, it became clear that that was a total time sink and all that was going on was to be living other people’s lives. Old faithful magazines and scrapbooks to store favorite wants was still a perfectly good device and there was no need for anyone else to see things.

Phew! So glad that I’m not necessarily an addictive type though I can be fooled from time to time to think that a bad behavior feels good.

So, here we are. Watch this video and then go on.


I’ve been watching just enough YouTube to get the gist of what is going on these days. There is a man in New York City that travels around on his electric bike to film hospitals, parks and public spaces to try to show that what the mainstream media is saying is all lies. He shows up at any hospital where they have filmed a scary scenario to show us all that it was staged, that it was only happening while the media was filming and it was all done with special effects and paid actors. Now that no one has a job, I guess people are willing to lie to the rest of us to keep themselves alive.

That all said, the most fascinating thing about his videos is virtual-riding along with him through New York City streets. But you know what stands out? There is almost no one without an iphone in their hand scrolling, looking down, or staging a selfie event with friends or taking shots of New York City skyscrapers like a tourist would. No one seems to be able to live a real life — to just be — be with friends. It’s all rather sickening.


Truth be told, it isn’t any different than in the parking lot or inside our local Walmart or people walking the sidewalk just outside my gate. When school was in, the children started the minute they were out and walking home. People can’t even walk out of the store with their cart of groceries without taking out the phone — if they ever put it away. The groceries in the cart make it to their car with one hand on the cart and one hand scrolling the phone.

You all know.

Before this all started, I had ordered Jaron Lanier’s book Ten Arguments for Deleting Your Social Media Accounts Right Now. I’ve been lusting to take his advice and, as soon as this did all start, I quit Facebook and haven’t looked back. It feels SOOOOO good to be done with that kind of madness. 

Now for quitting all the rest.

I’m only human (so far).

Today I shall finish painting the floors of my kitchen, do some creative sewing and go out to visit with the birds.

What shall you be up to?


Image credit: Pixabay


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