Wednesday, October 12, 2011
To realize all that is wrong with one’s self does not always require a medical professional, sometimes it just requires silence. I have experienced a ton of silence this month and the diagnosis?
Soul searching about my career in architecture I realized when I was last happy with it. That would have been around 1990 before computers, Dr. Seuss trees and those Lego looking people took over.
I use to be the one everyone said, “Let Jules write it, her handwriting is wonderful.” Now I can’t even read my own writing but I can type with 4 fingers instead of two.
These were my first two symptoms and the straw that broke the camels back was this. While sketching the other day, not quite happy with a particular aspect I found myself looking for the delete key. I knew then exactly what I had.
Electroconjunktaidis! I have become a dinosaur with modern habits. I do not like art work done on a computer, though there are valid arguments as to this actually being art, I think not. I long for the human flaws.
I miss the days when you actually received a hand written letter in the mail but then so does the U.S. postal service. I only read books I can hold in my hand, sorry but books on-line aggravate my vertigo.
I have become totally confused as to whether I prefer a drunk driver or a texting driver? In no way am I advocating drinking and driving but… at least a drunk driver is looking up at you so you some what know which direction to weave.
Two years ago I was strapped to this little invention writing my heart away and exploring every alleyway of the internet, then the symptoms started.
I would sit down to write my lovely stories and the minute I put my fingers on this electronic gadget the electrons would run away with them. Somewhere in this maze of wiring are ideas I would love to have back.
Doctors orders are to be a dinosaur. Write by hand, draw by hand, live by hand and the results….
I became depressed and according to the latest survey I should be doing what? Drinking coffee! And how do I make my coffee? In a dang electric coffee brewer! Must be why it is not working.
I’m telling you there is something wrong with me and electrical gadgets are to blame. I’ll be doing all I can to correct this situation, just as soon as I heal the two thumbs I busted this week re-educating myself on hand tool use.