Well, I wouldn’t be blogging… lol.
Can you imagine? Me, left without a keyboard, trying to wrestle my thoughts onto paper before they vanish into thin air. It would be chaos. My handwriting looks like it’s been in a fight with itself, so half the time I wouldn’t even be able to read what I’d written. Future archaeologists could spend centuries trying to decode it, convinced it’s some lost language.
Without a computer, I’d probably go back to filling notebooks, the kind with bent corners, teacup stains, and doodles in the margins. The thoughts would come fast, but they’d stay locked up, hidden in stacks of messy journals, instead of finding their way out here where someone, somewhere, might nod along, laugh, or even disagree.
I suppose life would slow down without the screen. No updates are popping up right when I’ve finally get going. No passwords that only a rocket scientist could remember. No endless rabbit holes of “just checking something quickly” that turn into two hours of wandering off through the digital wilderness. Instead, there would be more long walks, more face-to-face conversations, more books with pages that actually smell of paper instead of plastic.
And letters! Imagine writing proper letters again, sitting down at the kitchen table, pouring yourself into a page, sealing it with a stamp, and then waiting weeks for an answer. Patience would become a daily practice instead of a lost art. And maybe that’s not such a bad thing.
But, and it’s a big but, without my computer, I wouldn’t have this: the oddball community, the kindred spirits, the unexpected laughter that arrives from the other side of the world in a matter of seconds. I wouldn’t have prompts poking me in the ribs like a cheeky neighbor asking, “Well, Mae, what about this? Have you thought about that?” There would be no rambling replies, no friendly arguments in the comments, no sense of being connected to people I’ve never actually met but somehow feel I know.
So yes, life without a computer might be simpler. Maybe even quieter. But too quiet for my liking. I’d still have the words; they’ve never left me, but without a way to send them out into the world, they’d just sit and sulk in notebooks until the ink faded.
Life without a computer? Possible. Life without blogging? Not a chance. And besides, if it came to choosing between blogging or going back to writing letters, well… let’s just say the postman should count his blessings.
Mae 🧡
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