Not too long ago I came across a self-help quiz about technology addiction. Assured that I was above such nonsense, I took it and found that I was mildly addicted, nothing to be alarmed about. I felt sorry for those poor, crackberry souls who had failed the quiz and were considered addicted, tethered to an electronic device, desperately searching for wi-fi and unable to communicate without using text speak. U no wht i mean?
I was above it all. That is, until last week when an ugly thing happened and it’s called:
My computer would not turn on.
I pushed the button and nothing happened. I held the button down and nothing happened. I unplugged it and plugged it back in and nothing happened. Nothing. Happened.
I stared at the CPU in horror, willing it to give some sort of weak signal, such as a blink or a cough, that it was still alive. Nothing. And that is when the panic set in.
My mind began racing. It went through worst case scenarios and spit out things like: Ohmygawdthisstupidmachinewontturnonandihaveworktodoandhowamigoingtodoit? Could it be fixed? Was it the hard drive? Had I done a backup recently? How much do new computers cost?
Now is a good time to add that I have a second part-time job and that requires me to work out of my house on my now dead computer. The one that was I staring at and was not moving.
Then it occurred to me. I needed that computer to work. I needed that technology to run my life. I needed a 12-step group, just as soon as I could access the website for the nearest meeting.
I realize that I have an Android phone with internet access, but, really, I can’t conduct all my business using that tiny screen. Plus, I hate the touch screen keypad and auto correct is just plain evil. Which brought me back to that blasted computer, and the fact that I needed it and it wasn’t cooperating.
Fear not, this story has a happy ending. My Dearest Husband bought a new power supply for a mere $50, installed it and they all lived happily ever after. That is, until the hard drive goes.
Now, I wake up in the morning and admit that I need electricity to run my life, whether or not it’s good, right or harmful. I still have a paper calendar in my purse to glance at the entire month but I see myself becoming more digital every day. And, more dependent.
Must run. I dropped my electric toothbrush and now it won’t work. Let me know if you hear about any electronic 12-step programs, okay?