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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=530739" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Technophobia</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=530739" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">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.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=530739" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">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.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=530739" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">	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) .</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=530739" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">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.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=530739" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">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) .</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=530739" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">			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.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=530739" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">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.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Tim+Stensloff">Tim Stensloff</a></strong></div>