Left Behind

 

For some time now, I believed the train had left the station, leaving me behind, standing on the platform.

Most of my life I have written letters and mailed them through the postal system.  After a long struggle I finally gave in and started using email, even though I still mail out the occasional envelope.

Now I discover that email is old-school.  I should be texting.  That’s what people are doing today.

Due to a combination of issues, some having to do with my crappy phone and others dealing with the difference in methods between email and text, I struggle slightly when texting.  I never took typing in school, consequently I type with one index finger, leaving others free to itch, hitchhike and point, (directing the blame elsewhere).

So it isn’t that I’ve been left at the station.  I’m apparently wearing platform shoes.  I will forever be watching the caboose get farther and farther away, no matter where I'm standing.