I am not a Luddite

The older I get, the less I assume that people know what I'm talking about.  If you are as old as I am you can skip the next bit.  I won't go as far back as the textile industry and the skilled handworkers who feared for their livelihoods when the first machines were introduced that would replace them. Over the centuries now, since the Industrial Revolution, we know that people have feared (and rightly so) that new technologies would take their place. These days, the term Luddite has evolved to include anyone opposed to or slow to adapt to new trends, including me/us.  We feel sorry for ourselves as the human touch and especially the human voice has been replaced by buttons.  You know what I'm talking about.  

If you have a complaint about a product or a service you have to take an hour or two out of your day and pay close attention to what you are told to do:

1) If you need technical advice, press 1; 

2) If  you want to check your account, press 2;

3) If you just want to talk, hang up.

I often think it must be very difficult for a mistress to have voice contact with her lover if she had to follow the instructions.  Maybe he has a special line:

1) If  you are his wife and need him to bring home some Extra Virgin Olive Oil, press 1;

2) if  you're his daughter and need more money before Friday, press 2 urgently;

3) If you're his mistress, lick your finger before you press the button, you know which one.

But I digress.  I just wanted to say I am no Luddite.  I have a website and a blog to prove it.  However, I do not indulge in  Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat, YouTube or Pinterest. I have a number of insomniac friends who do, and I get their catch of the day every morning, ranging from cute kittens and lolling dogs to the far-flung beauty of the earth to terrible puns and wordplay.  What did they do before this wealth of irrelevance? 

What does anyone do? I blog.