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out of touch, touching on Rip Van Winkle the modern world only confuses and befuddles uncertainty mounts and pressure builds trying to be involved, evolution has passed me by – detest is the word I use for my phone accused of being smarter than I am; and while I have a bachelor’s degree, my manual is probably right and I will never understand the vastness of its functionality and app amazement – A lonely grey hair falls gently finding rest on the space bar as I type and like an explosion or maybe lightning it occurs to me that this is just the natural progression and seriously, who cares if I can code… I am 40 –
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Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 2:38 PM UTC
being left behind, smiling
out of touch, touching on Rip Van Winkle the modern world only confuses and befuddles uncertainty mounts and pressure builds trying to be involved, evolution has passed me by – detest is the word I use for my phone accused of being smarter than I am; and while I have a bachelor’s degree, my manual is probably right and I will never understand the vastness of its functionality and app amazement – A lonely grey hair falls gently finding rest on the space bar as I type and like an explosion or maybe lightning it occurs to me that this is just the natural progression and seriously, who cares if I can code… I am 40 –
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Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 2:38 PM UTC
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