The Day My Phone Ate My Email
It happened again. My phone, in all its infinite wisdom, decided to eat my email. Not just any email, mind you, but the one containing the super-secret link to my best friend’s virtual baby shower. I swear, I could hear the digital gremlins giggling as I frantically jabbed at the screen, my face contorted in a mask of technological terror. That’s when it hit me: I was fighting a losing battle. The truth was, despite my best efforts, I was, and probably always would be, technologically challenged.
Remember that time everyone was raving about a new app that could magically organize your entire life? I downloaded it, full of hope and optimism. Two hours, fourteen password resets, and one near-existential crisis later, I was ready to chuck my phone out the window and embrace the soothing simplicity of a carrier pigeon.
And don’t even get me started on online shopping. Apparently, the internet is not a fan of my uncanny ability to accidentally order the wrong size, color, and quantity of everything. My closet is a testament to this fact—a veritable graveyard of misfit clothing items that haunt my dreams (and mock my credit card statement).
The Joy of Unplugging (Most of the Time)
But here’s the thing: I’m starting to realize that being “technologically challenged” has its perks. For starters, I’m blissfully unaware of the latest internet drama, viral trends, or celebrity scandals. Ignorance, as they say, is bliss.
Instead of scrolling through social media, I actually have real-life conversations with actual human beings. I write letters (gasp!) and send postcards from far-off lands (double gasp!). I get lost in the pages of a good book, wander aimlessly through museums, and stare at the clouds without feeling the need to Instagram them.