I never use my phone to type and it makes me feel like I’m falling behind the curve.
Actually, I normally feel like I’m behind the curve where technology is concerned. In the world of paranoid fears, I would say that this “falling behind” idea consumes me more than any other. It’s this sense that I’m going to be one of the have-nots in a world that is changing more and more rapidly. Is that silly?
Few things are as important to me as the digital interconnectedness I’ve been raised with for the past fifteen years. Chat rooms taught me confidence and quick responses in conversation, not to mention speedy typing. The web gave me a home when I felt alone. It gave me the sanctuary of other minds when I was at my most fragile.
Much as I love and respect my parents, there’s a sense that, after 10 or 11 years old–I was raised by the looming meta-mind more than I was raised by them. I don’t at all see that as a bad thing; it’s not as if my parents were absent–much the opposite. It’s more that they weren’t helicopter parents, for which I am eternally grateful. They truly allowed me to explore and to grow unimpeded around the start of my teenage years, and I believe that’s one of the biggest reasons I am who I am today.
More on this later, though.
I think I’ve done enough thumb-typing practice for one night…