One of the worst, most tragic and distressing parts of the three day nightmare I just went through is the fact that it robbed me of time and chance to do any serious thinking. why is my brain confused with a mze of useless, mundane material which I needed to know just to send a comment on someone's emai?
I was saying recently to someone, I think it was Sue, the computer companies are like the IRS. The IRS expects us to keep careful records of every penny we spend, save all receipts, carefully labeled and categorized, keep up to date books of assets and liabilities and to understand all the intricacies of the tax codes. To them,that is the most important thing. We can live our lives, go to work, cook, clean and raise our kids in our spare time.
Fortunately the various computer companies can't prosecute us, fine us and imprison us if we mess up, but no doubt that's coming some day. But they will expect us to know what they are talking about and sometimes be mercilessly condescending to us if we don't know.
You don't need to know all the intricacies of your furnace in order for it to heat your house. And if it stops working and you call the company, you won't get someone from some nameless country who tells you to twist this gismo and fiddle with that gadget.
With each passing year the systems get more complicated and hence more vulnerable and more out of reach of the basic user. I am more than frustrated. This recent nightmare has just about robbed me of my desire, my enthusiasm and my sense of humor.