I’m showing early symptoms of becoming the cranky old lady that shakes her cane at random people and calls them whippersnappers. I feel like it’s too soon. I am only in my forties. That’s only the halfway mark. I shouldn’t be symptomatic yet.
I’ve found myself commenting negatively about the college graduate generation. Millennials? Is that what they are called? I thought that was just a slip of the subconscious. Like all those times I opened my mouth and my mother’s voice came out. It wasn’t really me. It was a combination of repetitive auditory input coupled with a stimulus. Add in a bit too much stress and the weak and flawed human reverts to its classical conditioned responses, despite lots of effort to overcome. However, the reaction can no longer be discounted as rote since I am often completely baffled by their behavior. Nope. I am not part of the youth culture any longer.
The symptom of greatest concern is my inability to deal with new technology. I found myself thrusting my phone at a random teenager in the food court because my app stopped working. I didn’t even introduce myself. I just walked up and said “You’re young. Help me.” They did. And they were incredible gracious about it too. But that isn’t the only time. These incidents are becoming more and more frequent with each passing day. Here is a short list:
- I had a breakdown because I couldn’t figure out why a document suddenly changed font type and I couldn’t change it back.
- A file that I needed to edit was in .pdf and I had no idea how to edit it. I told everyone in the office they had to listen to my profanity because I was channeling Samuel L. Jackson.
- Google Documents doesn’t allow you to merge cells in a table. No one under 35 thinks this is a problem.
- An intern submitted a document with all the bullet points in a table. When I converted it from Google to Word I couldn’t figure out how to correct the formatting.
- I spend far too much time on websites looking for the sign in link. Why do they hide that? Why can’t it always be in the same place?
- I don’t understand why all the checkout machines can’t be the same. Why do they ask so many questions? Just take my money.
- Why do stores need to email me coupons when I check out. Can’t they just give them to me in the bag?
- If we can have WiFi why can’t we employ Tesla’s wireless electricity system? I want to be done with the Gordian knot of cords that lies behind furniture in every room.
- Why is setting up a video conference still so challenging? The Jetsons made it seem like it would be so much cooler than it is.
- I declined a key less entry system because I couldn’t understand how it worked and I was afraid of locking myself out of my smart home.
- Windows 8: The icons were in the same place for 25+ years, Microsoft decides to move them for no damn reason, tells no one. Bill Gates is still laughing at those of us trying to locate the Control Panel. I just gave up on adding a printer.
- Everything needs to be touch screen or nothing at all. I forget which piece of electronics needs a controller. Try adjusting the volume on your TV using your finger or pointing the remote angrily at the tablet to change the YouTube video. It gets confusing!
I am becoming obsolete!
The downward spiral to fiber supplements and adult diapers is imminent. Soon my driving will terrify people. I’m not ready!