Diary of a Technophobe

Yeah, so... that's me. I hate technology. Honestly, I'd be thrilled if all I had to rely on again was a typewriter. Not that I ever really owned one, but I love the click, click sound they make. I'm not old by any stretch, but I'm an old soul.

Still... I'm a girl that loves all that's shiny and new. You'd think by now I'd realize I'm absolutely no good with technology, but every once in a while something will come along that will turn my head. That's what the macbook did to me when it first came out. I've wanted one forever, especially since I'd heard macs don't get viruses. Oh... *drool*

Tonight I bought one. A macbook pro, but like that old saying goes... not all that glitters is gold. I've spent hours, hours trying to learn this thing. It took me an hour to figure out that in order to exit a screen I actually had to press the red dot. You see, I'm used to my regular laptop that had this nifty little x in the right hand side of the screen.

I've been banging my head on the wall, trying to figure this thing out, realizing I should have just stuck with my dinosaur since I knew it. But it's like that sexy new guy that comes into your work, you see him and start to compare him to your old comfy one at home and wonder... am I missing out?

Now I know the answer, no... no, I'm not. I want to take this stupid thing back because all I keep thinking about is how many hours I lost writing.

And I am not a happy girl. You see, Trisha is just about to meet Hook. It's a very exciting scene and kind of funny... but guess what, I've been here, messing with this thing instead of writing it.

Argh... am I the only one????

Not so happily typing,
~Marie