<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530739" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Technophobia</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">What has technology done for me? <br>Well, for one—<br> It's made me unnecessarily happy, <br> But I'm very grateful for it.<br>I mean, my whole life has followed me on the computer, <br>Transposed to a screen—<br> The human condition to me, my experience, <br> Resides more inside a TV than the world<br> Outside<br> My window.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I was a little kid, <br>I never played any sports and I never had any interest in them<br> Until I played Madden 2007<br> With a few of my friends.<br>I was already an adult at this point, <br> But, for a moment, <br> I returned to that feeling, <br> That kind of feeling that makes me nostalgic now, <br> And I enjoyed myself, <br>Learning something new for the first time.<br>I think it had such an impact on me because<br>I didn't go outside much when I was younger.<br> I probably had a vitamin D deficiency.<br>But what could I do? <br> After I was twelve or something, <br> All the kids were playing Pokemon, <br> Trading the cards under the table<br> Sort of like the way that pizza place<br> I once worked for<br> Traded illegal Mexican cooks<br> (no racial offense, of course—<br> Those were the good people<br> At the job) .<br>Like a junkie, I couldn't help, but engage in the same elicit activities.<br>I couldn't help being hooked, even after half my friends stopped<br>Caring about what holofoils they could collect at the comic book store.<br> Man, those kids never even played the game though.<br> I played. <br>I loved it.<br> I mean, I played the card game and the video game.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I was raised on video games, after all.<br> Super Mario was like a second father to me.<br> I beat SMB1 when I was three years old.<br> Three years old, I tell you.<br> Before kindergarten, <br> My biggest concern was<br> Pursuing the highest score<br> Available to my abilities—<br>Which quickly, quickly, quickly, quickly, quickly blasted past my parents, <br>As if I was an Excite Bike moving too steadily for the looping 8-bit images<br>To catch up—<br> In things such as Centipede<br> Or Tetris—<br> Or all the games that were in that rare, <br> Import Japanese Famicom cartridge<br> My family somehow acquired<br> (It had over 300 games<br> And an English convertor<br> And I played it<br> Every, every day) .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I didn't really go outside.<br>I didn't really spend a lot of time with other kids, <br> But it wasn't a problem.<br> I liked cartoons too.<br> I deified the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, <br>Made a shrine for them in my room—<br> It resembled a Hindu temple, in a way, <br> With all my personified<br> Animal figurines.<br>Similar to Zen Buddhists, <br>Who use a wide-array of terminology<br> (Something I'm now incorporating…<br> Words such as satori) , <br>I picked up their lexicon, <br> And used words like cowabunga<br> On a regular basis.<br> Maybe that's why I didn't have many friends.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I still play video games.<br>I still watch cartoons.<br>Not on television though—<br> I have them set up as files in my computer.<br>Nowadays, I have friends, but I feel like half of them have<br>A similar functionality as the games.<br> I talk to them through the internet, <br> Interacting through the depression<br> Of buttons, <br> Interfacing through the clicks<br> On a keyboard<br> When I don't often see their face.<br> Sometimes I share my thoughts, so people<br> Can click on the blue-text link that says<br> ‘Like' underneath it, <br> And, sometimes, I don't even respond to the comments<br> Because I was misinterpreted—<br>Sarcasm doesn't translate, I suppose, <br>Especially when I type acronyms like ‘YOLO; '<br> I hope people realize I only type it<br> Because others type it<br> And, because, so many others type it, <br> I find it as annoying<br> As the people that are complaining to me<br> Do… So why do they complain to me? <br>(I thought the stupid hipsters liked irony—<br>I know a lot of stupid hipsters…<br>You can tell a stupid hipster<br>Because a stupid hipster<br>Will label who they are<br>As a hipster…<br> And they try to wear clothes<br> That remind me of Where's Waldo, <br> Except, man, <br> These kids are too easy to find) .</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The more exposed to people I am, <br> The more I complain about them, <br> And I'm always connected now, <br> So I guess it makes me feel more<br> Isolated.<br> I just wish sometimes<br> That we didn't have to plug our minds in<br> To get them to function, <br> That we didn't have Google<br> To type in the thoughts<br> We keep forgetting, <br> Recovering them for a moment or two<br> Before the white space of a screen<br> Washes over, <br> Wiping the trivia back to the bottom<br> Of a search engine's ocean<br> Of information.<br> I'm too obsessed with scatological observations, <br> Wondering what people think<br> So I can justify my own thoughts<br> And get to know people<br> I don't think I ever wanted to know.<br> Sometimes I want to be left alone<br> Or left in the mystery that used to shroud<br> The people I talked to.<br> I didn't know what they were thinking back then.<br> I didn't know and I was trying to figure it out.<br> Now that I DO know, <br> I'm not sure it's useful.<br>I mean, <br>I'm always going over all these useless facts, <br>And I'm curious if people realize<br>That nobody really cares what anybody else says, <br>That we're all fame-starved miscreants, <br>Thirsting for narcissism<br>Because it leads to hedonism, <br>And, man, all anybody wants nowadays<br>Is to blow their money and look cool doing it.<br>Technology shows me this, <br>But I'd rather it show me another Madden 2007, <br>So that I could appreciate the games people play<br>OR the games they watch—<br> My entire life I've appreciated games, <br> Even if they kept me away from socialization<br> (Perhaps a good thing) <br> And kept me indoors, <br> Though now I also appreciate<br> The sun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What has technology done for me? <br>Well, for one—<br> It gave me a childhood.<br>Well, for two—<br> It gave me adulthood, <br>And an understanding I never wanted in the first place.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Tim+Stensloff">Tim Stensloff</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530739" data-title="Technophobia de Tim Stensloff" data-description="What has technology done for me? 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