The other morning over breakfast, my ever loving other half told me that I am addicted to my computer. ‘I’ve had enough of it and it has to stop,’ he gurgled as he slurped on his cup of tea.
I suppose he’s right – that I’m addicted that is. I do spend aeons of time sitting in front of that alluring screen oblivious to the world around me, but ‘heh!’ everyone has to have a vice don’t they?
It all started when my typewriter gave in to old age after years of faithful service. I like to write you see and I had pounded on those keys for more years than I care to remember.
‘What will I do?’ I asked myself. ‘Buy another typewriter or take a leap into the twenty-first century and acquire a computer’
My eldest son convinced me I should opt for the latter.
‘I’ll set it up for you Mum,’ he said and so together we made the purchase with lots of misgivings on my part. How in the hell would I ever learn to use the thing?
I began hesitantly at first, scared I would somehow damage it, blow it up, or worse still, have it crash and lose every single program, every bit of information I had saved into it’s hard drive.
‘What’s with this hard drive?’ I wondered as I battled along. ‘And then next they’re talking about software – it sounds a bit suspicious to me. Then confidence grew and along with it the computer’s power grew – completely over me! It wasn’t long before I was emailing, surfing the net – I must say here before I go on, ‘the biggest time waster in the universe’ and of course blogging. Also I mustn’t forget to mention building my own website. What an achievement that was for the likes of a more mature person.
I’m now bi-lingual too, English being my first language and computer patois my second. I’m rather proud of myself. I’ve always wanted to learn a second language and it has happened quite by accident.
Poor Hubby! He’s suffering or so he thinks, from lack of attention just because he has to do his washing, iron his shirts and make his own cups of tea.
‘Never mind, dear,’ I tell him. ‘Think of it as a learning curve.’
He threatens divorce, but do I care? No, of course not! He’ll never do it. He’d have no one to cook his dinner!
So, while hubby complains I compute, gripped by the tentacles of technology, addicted and loving it.
