One minute I feel pretty good about myself and who I am as an individual. The next minute there is some sort of an upgrade and I feel like I have been living under a rock for the last decade. I am getting old--that's the only rational explanation. I'm sure it couldn't be I spend 40% of my waking hours trying to learn some new and improved something-or-other.
I was trying to write a blog post talking about how I am always positively charged when I think about my friends and aquaintences. I was going to write about how at one point in my life I was insanely jealous of others who have greater talent than I, being art, music, etc. I was going to ramble on about how now I appreciate their expertise and love to see how others view their world and develop in their interests. But instead I had to upgrade blogger using an account I knew I set up who-knows-when. After 10 minutes of trying every combination of password and username I could remember using--something worked. Now I have to vent instead of posting some heart-felt sentiment about how great it is to be alive.
Just think, people are being killed right now in Africa for water and I have to try to remember a username and password.
I am really bothered by my own ignorance.
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