Technology—ain’t it both a blessing and a curse?
For those long time readers out there, you may remember when my computer crashed last April. It was definitely a really shitty thing in the moment—a piece of technology I relied on everyday suddenly failed me. I lost a lot of my pictures from 2014, and spent a whole day restoring my computer to its former glory. I was beholden to a device that was supposed to make my life easier, yet it turned out causing me a weekend of more stress and anxiety than it should.
But it ultimately turned out to be an okay thing, too—I ended up opting for Dropbox Pro and clearing a lot of unnecessary files on my computer. I mean, did I really need to be carrying around Aaron Carter’s Oh Aaron* album in 2015? I’m not so sure. And in the grand scheme of life, it really wasn’t a big deal.
(*I mean, I could have at least opted for the arguably better Aaron’s Party.)
I recently got reacquainted with that terrible feeling you get when your technological devices fail you. Devices like our phones, computers, and cameras that are supposed to make our lives easier end up becoming stressful, expensive items on our to-do list.
You see, last week I accidentally dropped my phone. Though, I guess no one really drops their phone on purpose. A few hours later when I went to take a picture, I realized the camera was completely shot and I wouldn’t be able to get to the Genius Bar for a couple of days. I had a schedule full of fun, Instagrammable social events and no way to document them on the go. Not to mention, my phone isn’t up for an upgrade until September. *Insert expensive sigh here.*
A few days later, the autofocus on my Nikon DSLR 3300 stopped working while Monica and I were shooting pictures. A trip to the Geek Squad—though not as reassuring as the Genius Bar—revealed that it would need to be sent away for three weeks for maintenance.
THREE WEEKS! (Note to 2014 self: you were so smart for buying the insurance.)
My initial thought was how am I supposed to run a blog without my nice camera? I didn’t even drop it! It just stopped working! What did I do to deserve this, Nikon gods?!
But after I texted my sister in a frantic panic, she reminded me, it is only three weeks. Like my computer’s failure back in April, in the grand scheme of life, it doesn’t matter. It’s just a thing. I have my health. I have a roof over my head. I have a family that loves me unconditionally, and friends to hang out with. This is a complete #firstworldproblem, as were the phone and computer before it.
Yet why do I find myself so dependent on technology? Why do I let their failures cause me so much anxiety?
(I mean you guys, I literally kept a very hungry Monica from The Italian Store while Best Buy John and I walked around taking pictures of the CD section to test the autofocus. For the record, there were no Aaron Carter CDs in sight.)
I don’t even have a really good conclusion to this post—but as I am watching Fuller House and writing this post, DJ and Kimmy are taking yet another selfie. There was very little technology in the original Full House, so I know I am not the only one that feels this way about how technology has pervaded our life in a way it didn’t in the 1980s and 1990s.
What do you all think? Do you recommend a detox? An hour a day without your phone? How do you rule technology, yet not let it rule your life?
Pictures by Alicia