Last week I bought an I-pod. Taken in by a sale, bright lights, and apps galore I boldly entered an electronic store, picked out the color I-pod of choice, and laid down the money.
At home I excitedly opened the small package then struggled to find the on/off button. There are no instruction books included when you buy it. There are little sheets of paper telling you where to go on-line and download the manual (100+ pages) but who takes the time to read it? 20 minutes later I had the gizmo up and was trying to figure out how to make it do what I wanted. It was a struggle. The bright lights and small icons made my eyes hurt. My patience reached its limit. Siri, at one point, pissed me off so much I told her that she had to be turned off. In her arrogant, digital voice, she replied “Is that so?” Who knew a digital voice could have such attitude.
Over the weekend as I continued to play with the I-pod I wondered why I needed this “toy”, this distraction from better pursuits? In the end I decided that I didn’t. Life is more than a little box filled with music and games. Yes, it’s a camera, a map, and so much more but to me it’s not worth having. I rolled the cord up and tucked it back into the box. I slipped the “instructions” in too. Then I placed the I-pod back into its container and closed the top. This morning, through snow and slick roads, I returned the I-pod to the store. No I-pod for me, thank you. I prefer to see what’s around me.