This month, I realized that I feel really anxious for new technology.
Before you misunderstand that statement and think I’ve lost my mind and joined the romantic masses that “long for simpler times”, let me clarify: I am so utterly bored with the past two years’ lack of new tech. You know the beautiful new tech I’m talking about… the kind that quickly becomes ubiquitous, changing our very lifestyles over and over and over again.
Yes. 2012 and 2013 were BORING AS HELL technologically, and my skin is itching. I’m feeling anxious. I want to beat my computer up for being the same as it was last year, yell at the Internet for the lack of cool new ways to do things, and chuck my new HTC One out of the window for not being different at all from my 2011 Samsung Galaxy S2.
I’M BORED OUT OF MY MIND.
You see, for most of my life (and yours too probably, even if you didn’t realize it), technology came quickly, and changed everything. PCs. The Internet. Laptops. Cellphones. Video games. GPS. 3G. CDs. Smartphones. YouTube. The iPhone. Facebook. Bluetooth. Wikipedia. Apps. iPads. Google. Digital cameras. USB storage devices. Dropbox. Every step of the my life, something new came, was loved by the masses, and changed the way we interact with each other and the world. I was always on my toes, waiting, wanting, wishing, testing, loving.
My father got us our first home PC in 1991, and it was the most wondrous thing in the world. A few years later, when I was 13, the Internet suddenly became a part of most homes, and changed the very way we think and interact. Then there were laptops, and lo and behold, WIFI! I also remember the first time I saw a cellphone in my life, then suddenly they were in every pocket by the time I was 17. And then came the iPhone, and apps, and 3G, and ewallets, and mobile games and, and, and, and.
There was always something new in my life, something exciting that made my heart flutter. Alas, these past two years, there has been nothing new and exciting, and this technophile wants to cry her eyes out.
Where is the future? The present is killing me.