How quaint and out-of-touch folks like me must appear to those eagerly embracing never-ending "technovations!" I'm pretty sure they equate our lack of savvy and confusion with
a kind of dementia-dementia.
Researchers one day may examine the lives of folks unable to understand that a cloud is not made of mist, that a byte is not an alternative spelling for what bad
dogs do. Shocking, but the most seriously afflicted suffers don't seem to give a flip. They refuse to text. Smart phone? Please! They pay no attention to their antiquainted
This techno-dementia often manifests in serious anti-social behavior. Victims ignore Facebook, Twitter, et al. Their brains seem to be missing wiring
that requires the constant stimulation achieved by tapping or talking to a device of some sort.
Think what victims miss by having no personal and clever tweets rush
across a national TV sceen! Ten seconds of fame is better than no fame, I guess. Yes, you've probably guessed, I'm one of these unfortunate techno-dementia victims. I enjoy hearing the silence. Maybe there's
hope, though. I like checking my slow-lane hits.