A Luddite's Lament

I am a Luddite. A functioning Luddite, but a Luddite none the less.
Electronics and mechanics and I have a tenuous relationship.
I almost cried when the woman at Telmex handed me a cardboard box with the equipment to set up my new internet service.
Me.
By myself.
And I thought I was smart when I asked, specifically, the girl who was selling me the new cell phone, if the instructions at least were in English. ( They weren't, even if she swore they would be ).
And so I sit here, at this moment with a CD player that has hissy fits like a three year old baby, spitting my CDs out and refusing to play, but only intermittently.
A teevee that has no sound, mostly I suspect, due to some idiotic notion at the server ( Canadian ).
A new cell phone that kept telling me that the keys were locked and that I had to unlock them. But not how I was to unlock them.
An MP3 player that doesn't have instructions because it is obsolete. ( apparently that happens fast in the world of electronics )
All this to show that, although a Ludddite, I still crave the things in life that seem to be so easy for people so much younger than I to handle and understand.
I spend a lot of time fretting and reading instructions written by computerized translators into barely recognizable English, and at times I make things work.
And the joy when that happens.
Well worth the agony.
Now about typing....