Gimme a kid & I'll be efficient & effective, but gimme a computer & I'll find the hardest way to go about operating it. There will be tears at some point. And cursing. Oh, the cursing. It makes my lil wiener dog run & take cover. And after the tears and cursing, there will be plenty of distractions to take me away from the computer ("I really should color coordinate my closet before getting to that website. Greg's should be color coordinated too. He only THINKS he owns all blue shirts. Pfft, I'll show him.") And the crazy ridiculous heightened self-esteem I get from actually succeeding at something regarding the computer borders on hysteria. It's like I'm a toddler and peed on the "big girl potty" for the first time - lots of cheering for myself and yells of "I did it! I did it!" I'm fairly certain I deserve some sort of celebratory treat for my stellar accomplishments.
We're all good at something. For me, this something is NOT computers. But I will continue to try...and freak out the dog.
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